"I couldn't tell you a lot 'bout that mare. All I know is that she showed up with a caravan a decade ago, and since then she splits her time between fighting back mutants and raiders and drinking herself to a coma. Not that it bothers me, as long as she pays and keep away the bloodthirsty bastards. Oh, and good luck if you try to squeeze a 'hello' out of her, she's not very talkative."
Yep. Art block's there again, so I drew a bit more concept of that post-apocalyptic clusterfuck my mind's pulling together.
This time some Pikine. Because I love her hair when she's sad. Am I not evil.
Pinkie Pie © Hasbro
..... *hugs her*
Indeed. The poor mare needs a whole lotta hugs.