A graveyard of good ideas *

>graveyard of good ideas

>loner edge lord ponies regularly visits the gravel yard that lays out of town
>one decided to bring their ouija board to be leet goth loner pony
>they set the board up in the middle of the grave yard
>one of the others start to chant, they all soon start to join in
>their chant quiets for all but one in the group as the planchette starts to move across the board
"G...E...T..."
> one of the ponies shakily spelt out, they take a timid breath before it moves again
"O...U..T..."
>the group share glances at each other, the one member in their group still chanting, getting louder and more maniacal as each chant finishes
>the youngest of the group clings themselves to the closest pony
'T-th-the board!'
>the ouija board goes fucking mental as it spells 'GET OUT! GET OUT!' over and over again.
>the chanting pony starts laughing as their friends look on in fear
>the letters on the board start to glow as the planchette violently moves over the board
>the laughter of their chanting friend grows louder as the ground beneath them shakes and cracks open
>muffled growling slowly grows beneath them as the group jumps and leaps away from ground uprooting itself
>the chanting pony's eyes glow, as they start to rise, slowly bring up their friends one by one
> the risen friends expressions change, the fear and concern quickly go blank, as their eyes black out completely and they chant the words they had all said moments earlier.

>with a blood curdling roar it erupts from the ground, its large skull is adorned with cracked horns, chains and the surviving remnant of weapons used to take down the beast when it could draw its own breath.
>its boney claws dig themselves into the earth, decimating nearby graves as it pulls itself from it earthly tomb.
>milky white eyes look towards the beings that summoned it, with rumbling growl, the creatures spreads its once magnificent wings and makes its way towards the group of goth ponies.
>As it draws near the ponies it's eyes glow a bright blue, its once brilliant red scales start to glisten from the growing magic inside its chest whilst membrane grows across its bones, just enough to keep them in place and possibly return the dragons gift of flight.
> it looks to the leader of the group, a pale purple pegasus with darker muted purple hair, styled in duel braids and a straight cut fringe.
"WHO SUMMONS ME"
>the chanting of the ponies stop, their eyes fading back to normal but leaving them in their blank expressions as they gently descend onto the roof of a mausoleum.
>the pegasus eyes the undead abomination, taking a large breath and positioning herself to be in a stance to best exaggerate her look of doom and gloom
'I... am Inky Rose'
>the dragon bows its head to the pegasus
"FOR WHAT PURPOSE, DO YOU SUMMON THE MIGHTY BONE FANG"
>Inky Rose raises her wings
'I have summoned you for more than just power, fight against the /normies/, i have summoned you to help me on my dark crusade, for true beauty and darkness to flourish'
>Bone fangs listens intensely to his summoner, his joy and excitement building, his chance for revenge against the foes who ended him may soon come into fruition.
>Inky Rose watches her summoned undead beast, it's clear to see that he's overjoyed to partake and join her master plan.
'We shall overthrow the lies of mainstream fashion, bringing forth an age of true beauty, true fashion to the world of Equestria'
>it was not long before Inky Rose's plans were to begin, but her ideas on what a crusade is, was not to the ideals that bone fang was previously experienced in, but he still begrudgingly agreed to help his master as it meant he could still get his payback on the family line that destroyed he's beautiful and pristine body.
> it took a few months before his /armour/ was finished, but he now matched in more with his master and her minions

>Inky Rose's crusade was to begin shortly, bone fang sat by a long runway stage, his wings spread apart as per his master's instructions, his legs straddle either side of it, perhaps he is being used as a trap, watching, waiting to attack their foes
>this does not happen, after each of Inky Rose's crusades, no foe was slain or even seen as his master insisted on only having her minions and warriors lit on the runway.
"is this really what dark crusades are now?" bone fang thinks himself "has time really past this long that things have changed so much?"
>Lost in his thoughts, he has so much praise from his master and the results of her crusades are in her favour. Perhaps now would be a good time to put your own plans into action