A Twinkle From The North

A Stallion who just wants to live. Live life. Whatever happens, good or bad, he faces the day with determination.

[vanillacheesiekitty]

symphony baby

[dhryiyrohuovhivyu9i-deactivated]

Badge for @borealwalksagain!

[borealwalksagain]

gaaaah, he’s so precious and i love this, thank you so much. can’t wait to sport this as a badge.

[ask-tuesday]

“i guess it is rather pretty.”

@borealwalksagain thank you for such a chill ask, i had alot of fun with this one, and i was excited to get it. ))

[borealwalksagain]

“Take joy in the little things, because for some of us, it’s all we have.”

This is so chill and i absolutely love it.

[ask-the-bmb]

I guess you could say that…

[jess-da-horse]

(stupid horse :P

[borealwalksagain]

Keep trying, and you can make it.

Boreal was making his way towards his home after picking up a snack from a local kiosk in Ponyville. He trotted blissfully and nearly made it to his door when he was abruptly stopped. “Boreal!” a mare jumped in front of him. “or should i say...TITANIUM THUNDER!” Boreal stopped in his tracks and jumped back from being startled. He focused his vision on the mare and recognized her instantly. “P-Princess Twilight!” He immediately bowed before her. “It’s an honor to meet you!” “Nonsense!” Twilight helped Boreal back up to his normal stance. “I should be saying that to you! I know who you are!” She stared at him, gleaming with excitement and curiosity.

“W-What? Y-You do?” Boreal began to stutter from confusion.

“I do. Although it didn’t take me long to figure out, I didn’t hear about you until recently when Mayor Mare was doing this year’s census. She brought it up in conversation and mentioned your name. I never heard of it, so I checked the medical records for all neighboring towns and cities.” “Well...then why are you here? You’re known as one of the smarties ponies ever, so you must know that nearly all of my family is dead, except my father, who is missing.” Twilight’s ears lowered from the mood of Boreal’s words, but perked back up when she remembered why she confronted him. She opened his front door, walked along side him, and sat down next to him on his sofa. She cleared her throat and began. “Yes, Boreal, I know all about your history, and I wanted to let you know that the organization that attacked your family is gone. Any traces of them have been destroyed too. Discord made sure of that. I’m here to tell you their reason. Your father, Static Charge, was going to bring their tests to the public, and expose them. Neither Celestia or Luna knew about their schemes. It turned out that one of their Unicorns was using magic to bring back the dead using memories, keeping themselves low-profile all-the-while doing it. If you recall my tale, Princess Celestia guided me threw my memories and trials into becoming a Princess, praising me for them. Well, a Unicorn tapped into that realm and tried tampering with it’s magic. Celestia was aware of the tampering, but couldn’t find the source. The Unicorn wanted to create life based on memories of a dead creature. Their experiments required living, but unconscious hosts to work with. Once you were under they’re thrall, they could prick and poke at your memories until they had what they needed.” This would explain why Boreal thought all these different things that were true. He never attended school. He never dated Fade Starburner. He never went back to Las Pegasus after coming to Ponyville.

“Although they tried very hard, you cannot recreate life, or alter memories. What’s done is done. Anytime they’d try to perform, their results came out twisted or didn’t work at all.” Boreal sat in silence, gazing at Twilight, but then spoke up. “So, no one knows where my dad is?” Twilight shook her head, “...but we found this.” Twilight lit her horn with magic, and manifested what looked like a clock. This brought serious confusion to Boreal. “A clock? How does this help me?” Twilight tapped on the face and said, “Turn it around.” The back read as follows. “My son, do unto the world as the world as done to you. Live. Be free. Monsters and Tragedies will strike at the most inopportune times, but know that you can overcome these challenges. Time exists, so I want you to exist as well. Time is forever moving forward, so I want to move forward as well. And most of all, the world is always changing, so don’t be afraid to change for the better.” Sincerely, With All My love, Static Charge, November 25th, 2005.

Boreal looked to Twilight after reading the engraving. “He...he wanted to give you this for your birthday, but as you recall...2005 is the year you were announced dead.” Boreal’s right eye sparkled with the memory of that day. The day his family was killed, his near death, and meeting King Cosmos. “So, Boreal, I wanted to ask you...” Boreal snapped back to reality after his brief relapse of the past. “Where did you disappear to for five years?”

[borealwalksagain]

A Boreal Tale: Over the Wall

"It's about time. Why would you take forever when you could've just flown?" Boreal scolded playfully at the mare in front of him. She gave him a sheepish shrug, grabbed her paper bag with some sort of pastry logo pasted on the face, and trotted off. "Hey, Mac?!" Boreal turned to his knighted companion in Ogres & Oubliettes. Big McIntosh aligned his hooves with Boreal, but being much larger in stature, he towered over him, as they stood parallel. "What do you think seven bubbles stand for?" "If ah knew, I'd tell you. Some say it's a mystery. Some say she did something illegal, or..." Boreal stared at the mare as she vanished into the distance. "She seems nice." Boreal turned back to Big Mac. "How did last night's game go? Sorry I couldn't make it. I was caught up in my homework." He lied through his teeth. "Well..." The large stallion paused and gathered his thoughts, "Spike-..er, Garbunkle, tried to go over an old, stone wall, and got cursed by old magic. He's currently a frog and a little upset." Boreal attempted to hold in his laughter, but to no avail. "I told him right before we found that inn. I said, 'We're going to pass this wall again at some point, and it won't be good. Oh, well." Big Mac let a laugh escape from his mouth, since it was a bit funny seeing Spike's immediate reaction. "Well, I suppose we should get going. You know just as well as he does that we hardly ever get to play." "Yeah. Your sister and her Majesty are out of town, aren't they?" "Yep. Map business." Boreal lifted a brow. "Then what about Diiiiis-...I mean Captain Wuzz. Isn't Fluttershy still here?" Big Mac locked eye contact with Boreal nonchalantly. "Nope. Spike told me that she's keeping Rarity busy. Nothing to keep us from being bothered. Now come on!" They turned face to Twilight's Castle and headed forward confidently to embrace their night of debauchery.

[ask-radical-and-ren]

Ki- But, Hi~! You look so adorable! It’s better than looking like a grannie all the time

Hi- Just give me my glasses.

This literally was hard to post bc Tumblr kept flagging it as NSFW

[borealwalksagain]

Shining through the Dark.

“It’s getting tiresome, actually.”  Boreal was laying on some sort of furniture, turning his head towards a stallion sitting across from him. The Stallion was writing down some sort of notes as Boreal spoke. “I’ve wondered why all this abnormal stuff happens to me for years. As in, ‘what did I do to have this happen to me?’ or something like, ‘What made me so special?’” The Stallion, clearly a doctor of some sort with his degrees hanging from the walls, took off his glasses and looked at Boreal. “Boreal, I think you’re right. Sometimes things happen to us, good or bad, and we really can’t explain why it happened to us specifically. But I’ll have you know that there are answers. It may take years to discover them, but they’re there.”

Boreal stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity, his mind blasting new thoughts into him. He sat up, moving into an upright position, and looked at the Stallion. “I’ve been stuck in this Dream World for two years now. You wanna tell me how to get out? That’d be a great answer.” Boreal stood up and struck the Doctor’s face with a fast left swing. The Doctor fell to the floor. Tiny drops of blood came down from the Doctor’s nose. “Hehe...you think I could tell you? Guess what, boy, you’re wrong. I know just as much as you do.” The Doctor laughing maniacally in a hushed tone. “Liar!” Boreal kicked the Doctor in the stomach. “I know you’re one of those things keeping me here. You gave it away too obviously, you worthless scrap of scum.” Boreal kicked the Doctor a few more times before- “Wait wait wait, ok, ok. I’ll tell you *cough, hack* what I know.” Boreal helped the Doctor into the chair and sat across from him.”

“I know how you can get out. They told me that you’re here to get stronger. Lose your fear. Become one with yourself.” “Oh not this shit again.” Boreal began mimicking the Doctor’s voice. “Oh, why don’t I just hold hands with the world and tell them I can accomplish anything. Philosophical shit this and philosophical bullshit that. I’m sick of hearing it. I just want to get out of here. There’s a science to this place, and I intend on finding out what it is.” The Doctor sighed. “Honestly, I’m sick of this too. They stuck me with you for this long and I’m tired. I’ve got a family too.” The Doctor drew a key from his pocket and hoofed it over to Boreal. “Here. This key opens the vault in the back of my office. It has the serum that will wake you up. We left you in some back ally in Las Pegasus. But they’ll be coming back for you, Boreal. Be cautious.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why do you think you didn’t attack me? You physically can’t move.” The Doctor’s eyes grew wide and he started breathing erratic. “Wait, wait, wait, don’t leave me here. Come on, man. I gotta leave too! Stop, no, come back.” The Doctor’s legs had been paralyzed from the kicks Boreal delivered. Boreal moved through the back door, turned around, and poked his head through the door, looking at the Doctor. “Catch ya later, Doc!” Boreal slammed the door closed. “NO STOP COME BACK NOW I DEMAND IT” The Doctor began screaming violently and flailing his forelegs. “GET BACK HERE NOW YOU SHIT I’LL F*CKING KILL YOU. WITH COSMOS AS MY WITNESS, YOU WILL DIE.” 

The Doctor’s screams became quieter and quieter as Boreal moved closer to the vault. He approached the key hole and inserted the key quickly. The Vault hatch opened and revealed a glass bottle on a pedestal. Boreal grabbed the vial, popped the cork out, and took a swig of it. His pupils dilated and he fell to his back. Once his eyes opened again, he was laying in a puddle of water, on some cold concrete. He stood up and assessed the area around him. “Nice Serum, Doc. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind in case another one of you get me.” Boreal began walking back to his place as he now had to start over from ground zero. All the progress he thought he made, was actually made in the Dream World. “Out of the frying pan, and into the fire, I suppose.”

[semper-ebrium]

[gildatheplant]

I need this kind of motivation in my life.

[borealwalksagain]

“Falling asleep is the favorite option.”

Boreal made his way back home after a long, catch-up talk with Fade Starburner. She was his childhood friend. The one that he’d always be excited to see after school. They did everything together. Cry, laugh, be worried, be happy, and everything in between.

His favorite story of them is when they had been out late at night, watching for a meteor shower. Fade wanted a better view of the shower, so she and Boreal walked far off from where Fade told her parents they’d be. They ended up getting lost after the shower was over. They ended up being lost for two whole days. Once they both got home, they fell asleep in Fade’s bed. They needed rest.

“Fade seemed really excited to see me.” Boreal thought. “It felt as if she was...too excited.” He tried to think about why she seemed so energetic. He couldn’t remember if there had been anything he done or didn’t do.

But then...

A sense of grief fell on top of him. It crept in without warning. It filled his whole body. Tears formed in his eyes. He sat on the floor and wept for what seemed for like hours. He remembered what happened. Once he returned home with Fade after the meteor shower, they both fell asleep together. The next morning, the inevitable happened.

Fade Starburner didn’t wake up.

Boreal woke up next to her long-gone, still body. He nudged her carefully at first to try to wake her up. He whispered in her ear. “Fade...wake up. It’s morning.” After his first attempt had no response, he tried again. Still no response. He turned her over to face him and her eyes were rolled back into her skull. She was dead. Boreal froze in horror. He was speechless. He shook her violently, trying to wake her up. “FADE! FADE WAKE UP! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” He screamed at her pale-tinted face. Fade’s parents came in due to the overwhelming screams. They noticed their filly wasn’t breathing. Fade’s father pulled Boreal away. He bucked and screamed. “NO DON’T TAKE ME AWAY FROM HER! THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND! NO STOP! PLEASE DON’T TAKE ME AWAY! PLEASE!” Tears were bursting constantly from his eyes.

Fade Starburner was a victim of Fatal Familial Insomnia. Her great-grandmother passed away form the illness, and didn’t show up again until Fade was born. The doctors said that there was no way of telling when it could take her life, but when it did, she wouldn’t feel a thing. The sleepless weeks on weeks never bothered her any. She would rest every now again for an hour or so, but the lack of it all is what ended her life. Boreal remembered feeling her cold, dead body when he turned her over. The lack of expression and life tormented him for years. His best friend died right next to him. He laid on the wood floor of his home for hours and wept, wishing for her back, but then it hit him. “Wait a second...” he wiped his nose with some tissue. “...if Fade is gone...” he looked out the window of his home. “who was that in there?”

[borealwalksagain]

"Can you handle the truth?"

Boreal was on his way back to his home. Since the homes owned by his landlord were all in a small area, he didn’t have to make a trip to somewhere unknown. He made his way into the landlord’s office and looked around. His brain clicked from the appearence of a familiar face. The secretary. “Boreal!? Is that you?!” the mare secretary, almost shouting with joy, jumped from her seat, ran to him, and gave him a tight hug. “Heh…yeah, it’s me. Hey, Fade. How have you been? Fade Starburner is a mare that Boreal knows all too well. After many years of growing together as friends, they ended up dating for a while. The only reason they broke it off was because of the sheer awkwardness, but they still care and love each other very much. "Sweet Celestia, Boreal…where have you been?” “Well, I was hoping that Ms. Feather could tell me.” Ms. Jillian Twin-Feathers is the landlord. The name might sound a bit awkward for a mare or stallion, because it is. Boreal’s landlord is a Griffon. Her birth name is Twin-Feathers, but she prefers if she’s called “Ms. Feathers.” “She’s not here right now. Gone on business, but she’ll be back tomorrow.” “Damn it. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need to know something now.” Fade tilted her head as a reaction to Boreal’s response. “What’s so important? "You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” “You’ve never lied to me, Boreal. You can tell me.” He looked off to the window and stared “I don’t remember why I left. I don’t remember what I was doing…” He turned back to Fade and looked in her eyes. “I don’t ever remember leaving Las Pegasus.”

[borealwalksagain]

“That downtown spot. You know...the one you loved.”

Boreal set off for what may or may not be the truth. Whether he found what it is that he wanted to know or not didn’t matter to him. He did, more often than not, pause to think about what it was that he wanted. “Well...”he thought. “...something is better than nothing.” He scuffled over to the closest, local restaurant in Las Pegasus and found himself a seat. A mare approached him. “Can ah getcha anything ta drink?” she spoke in her southern drawl. “Sure. Some sweet tea would be nice.” Boreal smiled at the mare with ease. Socializing had been a problem in the past, but not anymore. Can’t really answer why. After the waitress brought Boreal his drink, he caught her attention. “Ma’am, do you know who I am?” “Well shore ah do. Y’u’re Boreal Symphony, right? Y’u’re my neighbor.” “Then you must have seen me leave for awhile, right?” “Whale...ah did see ya leave. You shore were gone fer a long time.” “Did I say anything specific when you saw me?” “Don’t think ya did, but y’ur landlord might know. She was the last one you spoke to before ya left.”

Boreal tried to pay for his drink, but the waitress refused to take his bits. Told him it was on the house. He thanked her for what information she gave and left.

Now, Boreal is headed back to his home to speak with the landlord. “This is the lead I needed. Let’s hope it’s a good one.” 

[borealwalksagain]

“These Towers.”

Boreal wanted to know what the reason on returning home was. Sure, this was his home, and he felt safe here. “But...” he thought, “...I don’t even remember leaving, let alone being gone.” He panicked. “What was I doing?” he frantically asked himself. “Where was I?” He scrambled around his house, trying to find an answer that might have been documented. He didn’t care if it was just a simple answer that just prolonged the finding of the true answer. He wanted something that would calm his nerves. “Why, why, why, why!?!?!” His panicking grew heavier and heavier. He fell back onto his bed, as his breathing grew to a point of erratic heights. It seemed as if his calm sense and rationality was standing at the edge of a high tower, closing in on falling over. 

You see, Boreal Symphony is a stallion of truth and willpower. When something doesn’t make sense, we get confused, right? Well, the confusion has pushed Boreal so far that there can’t be an answer within his acknowledgement. “It’s gotta be back out there then. I gotta leave again...” he paused to gather realization.

“Fuck.”

[borealwalksagain]

“I’m not the Stallion you knew before.”

Boreal walked around what was his old - just casually placed in Las Pegasus - house. A drawer stood out to him. A quick pull of the handle showed all the letters he had received from other ponies over the course of a few years ago. “There’s so much crap here...” He smiled at the remnants of his memoirs.  “Who knows what these guys and gals are up to?” He shuffled through the clutter and wondered if there was any possible chance of contacting anyone. He eventually grew tired of looking and headed upstairs, to his room. “Well...it doesn’t matter how much you enjoy being somewhere else.” He fell onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. 

“There’s no place like home.”