Creature Friends

Talking

I finished making us something to eat, I made potato soup. After I'm done making it I pour everyone a bowl and we're all currently at the table, the creatures were still silent after watching Oppenheimer.

Oliver: ... so I did some research and-

Sandbar: why?

Oliver: excuse me?

Ocellus: Sandbar don't.

Sandbar: why did they do it?

Oliver: do what?

Sandbar: drop the bomb?

Oliver: because the Japanese gave us no choice. We-

Sandbar: there was a choice! You could've talk peace with them!

Oliver: we'll we did warn them but they didn't listen. They brought it upon themselves, plus people want the war to be over and that's what we did.

Sandbar: by killing lots of innocent people?!

Oliver: hey! It was the only way to end the war and again we warn them but they didn't listen. Plus it was war, and in war people die and make tuff choices.

Sandbar: but you could have-

Oliver: could have what? Used the 'power of friendship' crap? Sandbar, this is my world not yours. Not everything had to be solve with friendship, this is real life and to deal with enemies we have to kill them. That's what we do in war and battle, and look around what my kind accomplished.

Sandbar: but-

Oliver: in your world things might be solve by friendship, but in my world things are solve with violence. My kind may not be perfect, but that's what makes us special. Because we're all good, violence, bad, greedy, peaceful, brave, and cowardly rolled up into one.

Sandbar: ... I... your right. I'm sorry I yelled at you, its just I've never seen violence and war. Equestria hasn't had any wars for centuries, we forget how violence war can be.

Oh its not only war that's violence, there's a lot of bad things then war.

Oliver: wow, you ponies have been in peace for so long you've became soft like marshmellow.

I grabbed his arm and squeeze it but to my suprice it felt like marshmallows.

Oliver: holy sh*t! You are soft like marshmallows! (Jesus, you ponies need to man the f*ck up.)

Smolder: enough with the ponies having marshmellow for skin. Even if it's true.

Sandbar: hey!

Smolder: you said something about research?

Oliver: oh yes I have. I've been doing some research on you guys to know more about you. But I gotta know if it's true. Gallus, is it true that your kinds are a powerful and majestic creature to guard treasure and priceless possessions?

Gallus: eh, sort of. But we keep the treasure to ourselves, I may like the word powerful and majestic but we're not, at least not anymore.

Oliver: not anymore? What happened?

Gallus: usually I only tell the story for creature to pay me, but since your helping us and all. Long time ago my race was one united in pride by our first king, Grover, through a treasure call the Idol of Boreas. For the next millennia or so, Griffonstone remained a majestic kingdom and the envy of all other species. Then it all changed when a monster names Ariaspi tried to steal the idol from our last king, Guto. Even though Guto fought the creature, it fell to the Abysmal Abyss along with the idol. With our sacred treasure gone our treasure gone, our kingdom fell apart and every griffon there has been living misery every since and the kingdom is nothing more then a dying tree. Does that answer your question?