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---- Backstory for those who care/are interested. If you're here for just the introduction, flee now lest the wall devour you.----

Boxtop and Cloudy Sky, a pair of Pegasi running rival courier companies, were known for their speedy deliveries and fierce rivalry. The two eventually ended up spending one night together after an accident wounded them both during a delivery, and their rivalry bloomed into a romance just as passionate. Their courier services joined together as their lives did. Soon the name First Feather became a name to be trusted, at least among it's relatively small clientele. For ponies so unrestrained, it was a surprise to all when they settled down. Well, as much as they could settle anyway.

Liven Courier's first real memory is of hills rolling under him as he rode with his mother on a delivery, and it wouldn't be the last time. From a young age he would join his parents as they flew across Equestria on deliveries, his love of discovery evident even then. As his world expanded each time they went out, he asked his mother one thing. Cloudy's response sealed his future. "Why do we deliver things instead of exploring? Well... I guess it's because ponies need us. When somepony gives us a package to deliver, it's not just a box or letter we carry. It's happiness that they can't give somepony on their own. It's that smile that I get when I give her that letter from a quiet Stallion, or the tears from hoofbaked cookies from a mother to her colt. Because somepony needs me, and I want to see ponies being happy. Sleep well Liv, we're almost home."

Three years later a new family member was born, Liven Courier's little sister Dusty Tome. In reaction to the little unicorn, the family packed up and moved to Manehattan. There they continued their business, and they found a strange kind of stability. Liv and Dusty found that they shared a love for exploration, which they both fed with near daily outings with their parents. As they grew, they discovered more about the world around them. For Dusty this was in books and ruins, always finding some way to convince her parents to take a detour to that cool looking cave on a delivery, or dragging big brother along to the library. The pair would spend nearly every day finding new things and exploring. As they grew older they started exploring the city and countryside around it, from the little cafe with the tastiest caramel down by the market or the big old pillar in the middle of the forest. As her brother flew further for his deliveries, she dug deeper into the world around her. After a while her room became a miniature library, among it's inhabitants the journals and logs the pair had written over the years. Not that she could be found there very often, she much preferred the quiet surroundings of a library or the mystery of an unexplored path in the forest to her own room.

His parent's example spurred on Liven Courier's love of the courier trade, leading him to follow their hoofsteps. He took quickly to the courier lifestyle, finding that joy in his mother was talking about early on. Boxtop, an explorer in his own rights, caught on quickly to his foals' adventurous ways and presented Liv with a journal to record all their adventures in. It was quickly filled and soon followed. What started off as stories of the siblings delivering a bag of brownies for the nice old mare in the next flat over, spun into an epic adventure as only foals can dream, slowly became professional adventurer's logs full of self drawn maps and notes. Each one was followed by stories from the pair detailing their adventures. Over time Liv took more courier jobs, eventually becoming the primary delivery pony for First Feather. As his horizons grew, so did his passion for the job. His room started to mirror his sister's, yet plastered with maps and equipment instead of books. Despite the ever increasing amount of time he spent away from his home, he would always make time when his sister came to him with a discovered map detailing a hidden ruin.

It was obvious then what they would eventually find their Cutie Marks in, at least to them. The truth was a bit different than they had expected. They were late bloomers, to say the least. Nearly young adults before they finally found what their Cutie Marks were, it started as another adventure. The siblings had just returned from investigating a downed cloudfort, dropped from the sky during the Griffon wars years ago. They brought back a pair of logbooks, one their own and one penned by the captain of the fort. After returning the two were approached by a mare who introduced herself as Tagline, a reporter for the Manehattan Press, and requested an interview about their rediscovery of the cloudfort. During the interview the duo started to realize something. If ponies were interested in hearing about THIS adventure, why not let them hear about the REST of them? Afterwards they talked to their parents, who helped them get in contact with an old friend of theirs. A stallion by the name of Golden Voice, the head editor for a small publishing firm in the city. After talking with him, he agreed to help them publish their logbooks. Dusty spent the next three months writing furiously, collecting everything they had done into a pair of two books. The first was a collection of short stories, their journeys as foals describing the world in a childlike wonder as two little ponies discovered themselves and the world. The second was a series of logs, maps, notes, and drawings showing their more recent adventures. They were titled "Flutters and Sparks" and the second "Equestria and Beyond, the travels of Liven Courier and Dusty Tome." Dusty realized as the last word was inked just how much she had enjoyed writing about their history, and how much she was looking forward to writing the next one. The inverted quill of white and blue appeared on her flanks as she set the physical quill down. Her excited shouts woke her family, who were almost as happy as she was. It wasn't until a month later at her Cute-ceañera that they first saw somepony besides themselves with their book however. Liv had a young filly approach him with a copy of Flutters and Sparks, sparkles in her eyes as she begged him to sign it for her. He relented quickly, recognizing the happiness that he had been told about all those years ago. A closed blue book belted and locked glowed into existence on his flanks when he returned her book, his own smile matching her's. His sister was the first to notice his new Cutie Mark, promptly tackling him. What was once a cute-ceañera for one was soon shared, nearly doubling in energy once the word got around.

From that day the pair have shared many more adventures, some taken alone, but they always make it back home eventually. They make their living now in Manehattan, with Liv still continuing his Courier work alongside his sister, who rejoined First Feather to handle city wide deliveries. First Feather itself has become part courier's part publisher's, and the founders couldn't be happier. Who would, when you're family is happily together more than ever? Not many, and certainly not Boxtop and Cloudy Sky. Each day is an adventure in their house, and that's just what they were hoping for.

Of course, unfortunate things can happen sometimes. Especially when you're a courier. After a run in with some fulminated silver from a rather peeved assassin, he came to the startling realization that he... well, was dead. Not completely though, thanks to an odd bit of coincidence. He's deader than Elvis, but not quite as dead as disco. He's effectively a zombie, in that he's not quite dead. Oh, he doesn't have a heartbeat, and breathing's not an issue for him anymore. He's also kinda held together with string, lots of staples, bandages, and the like. See, he doesn't have any regenerating cells anymore, so any injury he takes is pretty much permanent unless fixed by a necromancer. Thankfully it takes pretty much complete destruction of his body or strong healing magic to force him out of it again, even destroying his head isn't enough to put him down since he's effectively possessing his corpse. Necromantic magic keeps his body from decaying, his soul bound to it, repairs his corpse, the whole nine yards. His senses aren't as strong as they used to be of course, and destroying parts of his body can render those senses useless until he gets them fixed. Healing magic is actually incredibly painful, all the stuff you tend to see in movies. Except, you know, real. Oh, and soul collectors are after him, since his name's still on the Reaper's list. He can fix that by delivering an odd puzzle box to a specific if unnamed and unexplained pegasus within the year, as the pony who brought him back promised to take his name off the list if he could deliver it in time. She then threw his decapitated head at his ghost, so that was all in all a weird morning. Coping with undeath, the ever present threat of having his soul flayed, a job that needs doing, and only an occasional hunger for brains. Yeah, being a zombie isn't all it's cracked up to be. He seems, well honestly freaked the hell out, but pretty much ambivalent to the whole situation overall.

---Cinder's Note---
Feel free to leave critiques below, you have no idea how much it helps. Oh, and enjoy the Chaos everypony!

Description
---- Backstory for those who care/are interested. If you're here for just the introduction, flee now lest the wall devour you.----

Boxtop and Cloudy Sky, a pair of Pegasi running rival courier companies, were known for their speedy deliveries and fierce rivalry. The two eventually ended up spending one night together after an accident wounded them both during a delivery, and their rivalry bloomed into a romance just as passionate. Their courier services joined together as their lives did. Soon the name First Feather became a name to be trusted, at least among it's relatively small clientele. For ponies so unrestrained, it was a surprise to all when they settled down. Well, as much as they could settle anyway.

Liven Courier's first real memory is of hills rolling under him as he rode with his mother on a delivery, and it wouldn't be the last time. From a young age he would join his parents as they flew across Equestria on deliveries, his love of discovery evident even then. As his world expanded each time they went out, he asked his mother one thing. Cloudy's response sealed his future. "Why do we deliver things instead of exploring? Well... I guess it's because ponies need us. When somepony gives us a package to deliver, it's not just a box or letter we carry. It's happiness that they can't give somepony on their own. It's that smile that I get when I give her that letter from a quiet Stallion, or the tears from hoofbaked cookies from a mother to her colt. Because somepony needs me, and I want to see ponies being happy. Sleep well Liv, we're almost home."

Three years later a new family member was born, Liven Courier's little sister Dusty Tome. In reaction to the little unicorn, the family packed up and moved to Manehattan. There they continued their business, and they found a strange kind of stability. Liv and Dusty found that they shared a love for exploration, which they both fed with near daily outings with their parents. As they grew, they discovered more about the world around them. For Dusty this was in books and ruins, always finding some way to convince her parents to take a detour to that cool looking cave on a delivery, or dragging big brother along to the library. The pair would spend nearly every day finding new things and exploring. As they grew older they started exploring the city and countryside around it, from the little cafe with the tastiest caramel down by the market or the big old pillar in the middle of the forest. As her brother flew further for his deliveries, she dug deeper into the world around her. After a while her room became a miniature library, among it's inhabitants the journals and logs the pair had written over the years. Not that she could be found there very often, she much preferred the quiet surroundings of a library or the mystery of an unexplored path in the forest to her own room.

His parent's example spurred on Liven Courier's love of the courier trade, leading him to follow their hoofsteps. He took quickly to the courier lifestyle, finding that joy in his mother was talking about early on. Boxtop, an explorer in his own rights, caught on quickly to his foals' adventurous ways and presented Liv with a journal to record all their adventures in. It was quickly filled and soon followed. What started off as stories of the siblings delivering a bag of brownies for the nice old mare in the next flat over, spun into an epic adventure as only foals can dream, slowly became professional adventurer's logs full of self drawn maps and notes. Each one was followed by stories from the pair detailing their adventures. Over time Liv took more courier jobs, eventually becoming the primary delivery pony for First Feather. As his horizons grew, so did his passion for the job. His room started to mirror his sister's, yet plastered with maps and equipment instead of books. Despite the ever increasing amount of time he spent away from his home, he would always make time when his sister came to him with a discovered map detailing a hidden ruin.

It was obvious then what they would eventually find their Cutie Marks in, at least to them. The truth was a bit different than they had expected. They were late bloomers, to say the least. Nearly young adults before they finally found what their Cutie Marks were, it started as another adventure. The siblings had just returned from investigating a downed cloudfort, dropped from the sky during the Griffon wars years ago. They brought back a pair of logbooks, one their own and one penned by the captain of the fort. After returning the two were approached by a mare who introduced herself as Tagline, a reporter for the Manehattan Press, and requested an interview about their rediscovery of the cloudfort. During the interview the duo started to realize something. If ponies were interested in hearing about THIS adventure, why not let them hear about the REST of them? Afterwards they talked to their parents, who helped them get in contact with an old friend of theirs. A stallion by the name of Golden Voice, the head editor for a small publishing firm in the city. After talking with him, he agreed to help them publish their logbooks. Dusty spent the next three months writing furiously, collecting everything they had done into a pair of two books. The first was a collection of short stories, their journeys as foals describing the world in a childlike wonder as two little ponies discovered themselves and the world. The second was a series of logs, maps, notes, and drawings showing their more recent adventures. They were titled "Flutters and Sparks" and the second "Equestria and Beyond, the travels of Liven Courier and Dusty Tome." Dusty realized as the last word was inked just how much she had enjoyed writing about their history, and how much she was looking forward to writing the next one. The inverted quill of white and blue appeared on her flanks as she set the physical quill down. Her excited shouts woke her family, who were almost as happy as she was. It wasn't until a month later at her Cute-ceañera that they first saw somepony besides themselves with their book however. Liv had a young filly approach him with a copy of Flutters and Sparks, sparkles in her eyes as she begged him to sign it for her. He relented quickly, recognizing the happiness that he had been told about all those years ago. A closed blue book belted and locked glowed into existence on his flanks when he returned her book, his own smile matching her's. His sister was the first to notice his new Cutie Mark, promptly tackling him. What was once a cute-ceañera for one was soon shared, nearly doubling in energy once the word got around.

From that day the pair have shared many more adventures, some taken alone, but they always make it back home eventually. They make their living now in Manehattan, with Liv still continuing his Courier work alongside his sister, who rejoined First Feather to handle city wide deliveries. First Feather itself has become part courier's part publisher's, and the founders couldn't be happier. Who would, when you're family is happily together more than ever? Not many, and certainly not Boxtop and Cloudy Sky. Each day is an adventure in their house, and that's just what they were hoping for.

Of course, unfortunate things can happen sometimes. Especially when you're a courier. After a run in with some fulminated silver from a rather peeved assassin, he came to the startling realization that he... well, was dead. Not completely though, thanks to an odd bit of coincidence. He's deader than Elvis, but not quite as dead as disco. He's effectively a zombie, in that he's not quite dead. Oh, he doesn't have a heartbeat, and breathing's not an issue for him anymore. He's also kinda held together with string, lots of staples, bandages, and the like. See, he doesn't have any regenerating cells anymore, so any injury he takes is pretty much permanent unless fixed by a necromancer. Thankfully it takes pretty much complete destruction of his body or strong healing magic to force him out of it again, even destroying his head isn't enough to put him down since he's effectively possessing his corpse. Necromantic magic keeps his body from decaying, his soul bound to it, repairs his corpse, the whole nine yards. His senses aren't as strong as they used to be of course, and destroying parts of his body can render those senses useless until he gets them fixed. Healing magic is actually incredibly painful, all the stuff you tend to see in movies. Except, you know, real. Oh, and soul collectors are after him, since his name's still on the Reaper's list. He can fix that by delivering an odd puzzle box to a specific if unnamed and unexplained pegasus within the year, as the pony who brought him back promised to take his name off the list if he could deliver it in time. She then threw his decapitated head at his ghost, so that was all in all a weird morning. Coping with undeath, the ever present threat of having his soul flayed, a job that needs doing, and only an occasional hunger for brains. Yeah, being a zombie isn't all it's cracked up to be. He seems, well honestly freaked the hell out, but pretty much ambivalent to the whole situation overall.

---Cinder's Note---
Feel free to leave critiques below, you have no idea how much it helps. Oh, and enjoy the Chaos everypony!