Prickly Attitude

I'm a big furry rodent with a whole lotta pricks you know that you love me, so come and get your fix now if you don't like the way that i tell my tale let me turn around so you can kiss my furry one mind the quills. prick out.

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Seasons Passed

Carrying her dragon assistant along with an assortment of check-lists, clip boards and quills, twilight sparkle exited the ponyville library and locked up behind her.

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Liquid Lunch

The written runes all seemed to match so far, the gator thought, brow furrowing as he compared the faded, quill-penned handwriting in the spell book to his ballpoint-scribbled notes on college-ruled loose leaf.

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Mesozoic Park (Part 13)

He hunched his back, his spikes and quills stood on end making him look much bigger and threatening, the female didn't stand in protest, she tried to step backwards only to find her tail against a wall.

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The Dictators We Call Poets

Tyrants of paper, we crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. we command them to become beautiful, to show our pride.

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Solholm's Incident - Chapter V

“the quill is almost your height!" “height doesn't matter, fox!" the rat said before positioning himself over the paper, “what matters is what you know. follow the pattern."

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Migratory Birds- Chapter 4- Flight (Part1)

"please, quill, i just want my cubs." "do not come closer!" she almost cried. "quill, please..." "stay back!" her entire face was distorted, her lips quivered and beneath her cramped frowns her eyes shimmered.

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A Deal

The quills braided into his hair were poised upright, as though showing how curious of the gateway the man was. his eyes were fixed upon it, mouth partially agape in the awing experience. "well?"

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Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid - Chapter 1

Glaceon are supposed to be able to sharpen their fur into quills when threatened or in any sort of danger. and once again, no. i can do nothing of the sort. my fur is rather thin and soft.

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None So Vile 13: Divine Autopsy

Jacques finished his word, carefully laying his quill down and glancing up. his face gave away nothing, it was utterly blank. “i need to speak with director leon." the rat glanced at the office doors.

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Welcome to Equestria chapter 7

One delivery of assorted letters to the ground district post office, the other is a special giant order of quills and ink to the ponyville library!" he asked.

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Stars in the twilight

He opened the sack and took out a quill and paper, setting the ink aside. he dipped the quill and began writing on the paper. _dear twilight,_ _ it's been a while. i've been so lonely.

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