ArcticNightMLP

Memories flowed through his mind. Memories that gave him an eternal, intense hunger that not even the sweetest apple could quench. His tears had slowed now, leaving a soft pool on the floor. Nestled into his front hooves, Big Macintosh stared out at nothing, remembering all of the times that Applejack and he had spent. He was closer to Applejack than he was to Apple Bloom. Well of course, he'd been with AJ for much longer. Besides that, he'd practically fathered her; Granny Smith wasn't able to take care of them. She was much too old for that kind of thing, so Big Macintosh had taken up responsibility of her upbringing. Well it hadn't been ea

Dull colours swirled mirthlessly in the skies as the sun began to rise. Each pony in town was inside, gazing up as the blazing golden orb ascended into the heavens. Wind rattled the branches of the apple trees, and tore the leaves and whipped them up into the air. In the distance, ashen clouds, which could only be identified as the coming of the storm, lazily dragged themselves in disgust at the sun. A soft rain drizzled down onto the farm despite the rising of the sun, practically ruining any chance of ploughing the fields. Lying with Apple Bloom sleeping by his side, Big Macintosh woke, lifting his broad head up to look outside. It wasn't g

Carefully he leaned forward and took a mouthful of his own food. As civilised as the Apple Family was, he found it difficult to pick up things with his hooves, preferring to do it with his mouth instead. Apple and seed exploded into his mouth as his teeth grinded against the food, and he leaned back his head to swallow it. After working so hard that morning, he was grateful for the meal that was now filling his stomach, and since he'd skipped breakfast, it tasted even sweeter than ever. Maybe he should have started off with a smaller bite, because Apple Bloom stared at him wide-eyed and Granny Smith looked thoughtful for a moment. Obviously,

The day had finally come. Big Macintosh hadn't expected Applejack to stay around all of the time; she'd been talking incessantly about her cutie mark, and how she'd come to acquire it. However, he still felt as though she should stay. The stubborn filly wouldn't listen to reason – as usual, mind you – and his sandy-hued hooves shuffled at the deep brown earth as he stood beside Granny Smith. Earth beneath his hoof shifted as he scraped at the ground with the rim, thinking about how he could attempt to convince Applejack to stay. Granny Smith was so frail now; she could hardly get around. In fact, he could see traces of pain in her r