The creature that took the stage was blatantly inhuman, with blank yellow eyes staring out from a black void beneath the hood of a cloak. Rather than selecting a track, the being turns a withering look of challenge on the crowd, daring someone to come up and take the second microphone that was usually used for duets.
Zecora didn't sing karaoke -- not because of any particular dislike of singing or lack of ability, but because it simply wasn't in her nature. Indeed, her current presence on the stage actually stemmed from a sharp discussion a year and more ago, in which Zecora had flatly dressed-down an animal trainer who'd taken her lack of interest as snobbish refusal.
The zebra people being a rhyming sort, their battles of words tended to be battles of sharp wits as well. And once Zecora discovered that there was a niche for rhyming verbal slams delivered in a flurry of confidence, she owned it. Zebras called them rhyme battles, but a lot of other people just wanted to call them rap. And they were epic.
Bring it on.
In the Crowd.
About a million times less creepy with her hood down -- but still no less strange, being a zebra and all -- Zecora casually paced around the dining hall, with a cheerful word for her friends and acquaintances and a friendly smile for the new arrivals. In particular, she kept an eye out for anypony who might need her services, be they of a physical or psychological nature. A Doctor's duties were never done.
Zecora | OTA
The creature that took the stage was blatantly inhuman, with blank yellow eyes staring out from a black void beneath the hood of a cloak. Rather than selecting a track, the being turns a withering look of challenge on the crowd, daring someone to come up and take the second microphone that was usually used for duets.
Zecora didn't sing karaoke -- not because of any particular dislike of singing or lack of ability, but because it simply wasn't in her nature. Indeed, her current presence on the stage actually stemmed from a sharp discussion a year and more ago, in which Zecora had flatly dressed-down an animal trainer who'd taken her lack of interest as snobbish refusal.
The zebra people being a rhyming sort, their battles of words tended to be battles of sharp wits as well. And once Zecora discovered that there was a niche for rhyming verbal slams delivered in a flurry of confidence, she owned it. Zebras called them rhyme battles, but a lot of other people just wanted to call them rap. And they were epic.
Bring it on.
In the Crowd.
About a million times less creepy with her hood down -- but still no less strange, being a zebra and all -- Zecora casually paced around the dining hall, with a cheerful word for her friends and acquaintances and a friendly smile for the new arrivals. In particular, she kept an eye out for anypony who might need her services, be they of a physical or psychological nature. A Doctor's duties were never done.