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Though rare in my orbit, I have made an OC for the My Little Pony universe.
BOW BEFORE HER VENOMOUS MAJESTY

Anyway yeah she's one of those weird hybrid OC's people do, and she's inspired by the deathgrippers from HTTYD 3.
If you don't like it eat dirt, idc.

The main part of her bio is told in a tale from her point of view, to her permanent lover, because i'm feeling ExTrA and just wanna do that.
So enjoy!

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"I was born in a magics lab in a remote jungle, hidden from society.
The head of the team there was a pony who went by Doctor Ford Helix.
Ford, as he was commonly called, was an earth pony who loved the idea of using magic to mix animal essences and maybe breed new or stronger creatures.
But since he couldn't use magic, he studied it, and had a bunch of other ponies working for him.
Unicorns handled the magical part, after he told them what he wanted to see.

One day, Ford and his team meant to mix lizard essence with the unborn children of a scorpion.
Scorpions don't lay eggs, but their work caused my "mother" to lay very small ones.
They thought that was normal, because of the lizard, but eventually, all the eggs died.
All except mine.

But my egg grew, and kept growing, and so on until they realized they hadn't used lizard essence at all.
Ford went back over his data and learned that he'd accidentally given his team dragon essence instead.
There was talk of destroying my egg, but Ford thought that would be cruel.
So they let me hatch.

I remember seeing and hearing them for the first time.
Blurry, colorful faces, gazing in horror at what they'd created.
The first thing I ever heard was Ford's voice, saying, "we've made an error."
And I accepted it so.

---

When I was born, they panicked.
I remember them all in an argument about what to do with me, and someone suggested putting me in an enclosure they used for birds.
A big room with two glass walls attached to the building, and a door just for the ponies to get through.
They fed me mice.
They always looked a little nauseated around me, except for Ford.
He just always looked sad, even when he smiled.

There was talk of what to do with me, and I hadn't yet spoken.
I understood language, but I didn't want to talk to them.
I was conscious enough to understand that there was living, and there was not living.
The ponies discussed my not living in what they thought was privacy, but I could hear them.
Whatever not living was, I knew it wasn't what I wanted, so I was willing to do what it took to stay alive.

---

I spoke to them when I was a month old, but not much.
I was growing fast, and this frightened them.
They tried to be calm around me, and some of them even tried to be nice to me.
I think I made them nervous, because I liked to watch them.
I think they could feel by then that I was smarter than they thought.

Honestly, looking back I think Ford felt bad about what happened.
He didn't mean to create me; a sentient, fully-aware mutant damned to be in an enclosure like any other animal.
I watched him do his work on animals, but as the weeks went on, he looked less and less happy.
He did less projects.

Ford and a couple of the others played games with me, usually outside the cage.
They tested how smart I was, and were surprised at how much I understood so soon.
I couldn't understand why that was weird to them; I just had instincts, you know?
I didn't know how different I was, but I knew by the way they acted that I, in some way, wasn't meant to be there.
At least, not the way they saw it.
But they kept me alive.
I think they hoped I could be a member of society, but I didn't know that then.
I just knew I was getting tired of being in a cage.

---

As I got bigger, they had to give me bigger things to feed off of.
I would eat pony food and cooked stuff they gave me, but I wanted meat.
Live prey.
I can't help it; it's part of me.
So they gave me rabbits, and the bigger the animals were, the worse they felt.
Even still, every move I made was written down by Ford's team, including when I killed my food.
I was very used to be watched when I ate, even if I was capable of feeling...embarrassed, or unhappy about it.
My animal and dragon side fight a lot, you see.

When I was six months old, I had gotten so big the ponies were becoming more uneasy.
One of them thought that, like some bugs and snakes, if I was in a smaller space I wouldn't be able to grow so big.
So they made something less than half the size of what I'd been living in, with steel bars for walls instead of glass.
Ford told me he was sorry a lot, but once I was in there I was just angry all the time.
If it was their fault I was here, why was I the one being punished?
And for growing?
"Sorry" wasn't enough.

---

I'm not like you guys.
At six months old, I was your equivalent of ten years.
Maybe a little less, but my animal instincts made me smarter.
Sometimes they do me good, hah.

Sometimes, they held out a jar with a hide-skin lid to me using a long stick with a grabber on the end of it.
I had to stab it with my tail; they wanted my venom.
I don't know why this was done more than one time, I mean it was always the same, but whatever.
I did it.
They gave me open jars to spray my acid into, too.
They looked more afraid of my acid than my venom, but I guess I can understand that.
Trust me, you don't wanna get splashed by that.

---

Sometimes, they would sing.
So I would sing, too, but usually at night when everyone left or was in bed.
I think Ford heard me a couple times, but he never said anything.
I just remember seeing his shadow linger on the walls here and there, and then he would go.
He lived at the lab.

---

I didn't wanna live there anymore.
I didn't know what outside looked like, I didn't know how big the world was.
Could I survive by myself?
Feed myself?
I stopped caring.
Between Ford's depression, the other ponies' fear of me and being tired of keeping me a secret, I was ready to either live or die on my own.

When I was nine months old, I waited by the cage wall.
I had just eaten.
You should know that I barely talked to those guys unless I needed or wanted something, or asked hard questions.
"Will you kill me?"
Or, "I'm hungry."
Or, "Will I live here forever?"
"My back hurts."

Ford was close by, and I called for him.
By this point, I guess I was kinda like a young teenager.
He came up to me.
I stuck one claw through the cage, and told him I thought something was wrong with it.
I said I couldn't close my claw all the way.
He believed me.
In all my time there, I hadn't tried to hurt or acted like I wanted to hurt anybody, and that's because I didn't.
The idea of hurting people like me for no reason, it...felt wrong.
Still does.
But if you mess with me I'll mess with you, you feel me?
Oh I'm getting off topic, my bad.

---

He looked at my claw.
And when he got close enough, BAM!
I grabbed his shirt, and my claws are so strong he couldn't break free.
Everyone else started panicking; I reached my other claw through, and then brought up my stinger.
I told them all to stay back, or I would sting him.
And, just for the record, my venom is strong enough to kill a pony.
It was back then, too.

I told them to open the door to my cage, so they did.
I said if anyone came near me, Ford would "get it."
He didn't fight me.
I had to weave my claws in and out of the cage and hold his shirt one claw at a time.
We moved until I was at the door, and could walk out.
Soon as I was out, I grabbed Ford by his mane and tail, and told the other ponies to open the door to the lab and show me the way out.
They did what I told them.
I'll never forget how...scared they all were, and how calm Ford was.
I could sense it, though; his pounding heart.
I could smell their worry.
I made sure the unicorns didn't use their magic to move anything.
Kept my stinger real close to Ford's head.

So after enough walking, they let me outside.
I backed up, still dragging Ford by the hair.
He kinda had to step/scoot with me, because he was like on his side, you know?
I had to turn my head super fast to look around and watch the ponies at the same time.
I saw all these trees and plants in this stretch of land behind me, maybe...
I don't know, like twenty yards away?
I had to get to that jungle.

---

When I was about halfway to it, I told the ponies not to follow me any closer.
I kept dragging Ford until I was in the jungle, and shouted for them to still not follow.
To be honest, I don't know how far I got, but I made sure I couldn't see the others anymore.
If I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me, right?

There were so many sounds, smells, things I was seeing that I didn't understand.
I'd never seen so much...air before.
I kept going until I thought it was safe, and...

...

It was a little hard.
I just kinda looked at Ford, and wondered if I'd done something bad.
But I knew this was what I really wanted.

I guess since I didn't move for a minute, Ford got worried and looked at me.
He was scared.
He'd never been scared of me before.
I felt bad.
He said, "I'm sorry."
That was when I let him go, and I flew away.

---

I knew he meant it, but I had nothing to say to any of them.
Oh!
I forgot to say that I'd started planning to escape when I was still six months.
I practiced running and making my wing muscles strong as much as possible, and tried to fly in the little room I had.
And, just for the record, keeping me in a smaller cage did not stop me from growing.
So when D-day came, I was ready.

I got used to the jungle pretty fast.
Had an easy time hunting and finding water, wasn't picky about sleeping, all that stuff.
Eventually, I found a colony of dragons.
I'd never seen them before, but I knew we were half the same, so I met them.

Yep...they thought I was fuckin' weird.
It was whatever though, I hung out.
Dragons aren't as uptight as ponies, I guess?
No offense.
I mean, they're pretty weird, too.

I came and went, but decided I would be a traveler.
Never had a permanent home; I don't like being in the same place for too long.
After life in captivity, you're kinda over it.

---

I was fully grown and sexually mature by the time I was two years old.
When I was four, I was able to stop my aging process, so I've been the same ever since.
I started having urges when I was five, and got curious about mating.

Not a lot of dragons wanted to sleep with me, ya know.
I mean, big surprise, hah.
I didn't really take it personally.
Well, to spare you the details, I figured some stuff out myself, and finally found someone to do it with.
Guess they were desperate, but that's how most of my partners have been.
You gotta be desperate to shack up with a half-scorpion, right?

I learned fast that I like males and females, and managed to get with both.
Men more than women, but I didn't complain too much.
Chicks have higher standards.
Sometimes, on SUPER rare occasions, I managed to sleep with a pony!

---

I don't like being in front of too many people at a time.
It weirds me out, I feel like I'm being studied again.
And...you know...
I'm always wondering if someone will try to kill me, and after 37 years of being what I am, it's happened a couple times.

My favorite thing to do is to go to towns and villages at nighttime and just sing.
Some, like you, really like it.
Most people don't notice because it's so late at night, though.
I like letting people see me in glimpses and then make them chase me, and then never see me again.
It's so exciting!
But now I'm here, with you.
So...the story goes on.

---

Sometimes I think I see Ford or some of the others.
I kinda liked him, he was good to me.
He stood up for me.
He was a good guy...
I wish him well."

---Error

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~~Personality~~

Error is laid back, sultry, sly, and generally accepting of everything around her.
Like a true animal, she lives in the moment.
But she does feel all the things everyone else feels, and just as strongly.
It just so happens that her raw instincts and calm nature give her a unique perspective of the world.

It's a rare moment for Error to become emotional, but it isn't impossible.
She's lived a rough life in the wild with very little affection given to her by others, even during amorous activity.
As accepting as she is of her world and that bad things happen, crying just doesn't come easy to her.
She's never loved anyone or anything enough to be emotional when they inevitably leave.

Error finds people fascinating in their own weird way.
Ponies more so than dragons, because they're so much more frail and soft, not to mention emotional and rational.
It's why she likes to hang around their towns and engage them at nighttime; she can be hidden well with her dark body, and get close enough to learn about them.

Error is capable of getting mad, of course, but even her anger is short-lived.
She isn't exactly vengeful, but her memory is extraordinary.
She forgives, but she doesn't forget.

The one thing she is a big stickler about is self preservation.
She's always on high alert, always making sure she's safe and if she thinks someone is following her without her wanting them to, Error is very good at throwing them off her trail.
She's quite intelligent.

Though equipped with an arsenal of deadly defenses ranging from acid breath type, a venomous stinger, crushing claws and powerful jaws, Error isn't particularly violent.
She's never killed anyone, but she has wounded plenty who threatened or harmed her first.
It's rare for her to dish out the first blow.

~~Physiology~~

Error, being a mix of dragon and scorpion, is relatively well put together -- minus a few disturbances, genetically speaking.
For example, she walks hunched with her rear in the air, head low to the ground, using the backside of her claws to help her navigate.
When walking on foot, her tail is usually above her back like your typical scorpion.
This plays into her constant readiness.

Error isn't very fast on foot, and can't run for very long.
She's also a poor swimmer and tries to avoid large bodies of water whenever possible.
The average scorpion can remain submerged safely in water for 48 hours, but Error is only half arthropod.
While running is difficult for her, she can walk as long as the earth can turn without tiring if need be.
If she can help it and not need to run, she can walk for nearly a full day without stopping.

Sometimes, Error is fit to only eat once a day and be satisfied.
This depends on the size of her meal.

Her eyes are red with orange sclera, and seem to glow in dimly lit or sub-dark areas seemingly on command.
The nature of this function is unknown, but it adds to her spooky appeal.
Her pupils are slit.

Aside from her claws, the first thing one tends to notice with Error is her large stinger.
It's longer than her horns, made of the same material and a good few inches thick.
The very tip is razor sharp and smooth, with the smallest hole visible up close.
At the base of the stinger, where it attaches to her tail is where her venom is produced, and like a scorpion she can control how much to inject, and its potency.
The stinger is often mostly concealed by four petal-shaped plates that fold around it evenly.
When she's ready to attack, the plates spring open to give the stinger better access to her target.

Depending on who she attacks and how much venom she pumps into them, a high dose can kill in just minutes.
It starts as horrendous, burning pain all over the body, followed by paralysis and failure of the endocrine system, and finally, the shutting down of major organs.
A lower dose with mild impact to the body will cause excrutiating pain, intense stiffness and/or temporary paralysis, and potential endocrine system failure.
Fever-like symptoms, vomiting and kidney pain may also occur.
A mild dose with low impact to the body will cause intense pain at the strike site and near it, and hormonal disruption.

Error's tail is very muscular and a little prehensile; at least enough for her to wrap it around something for traction or hang upside down using it.
The power in her tail makes her stinger dangerous for another reason.
Being made of such a hard material, the whip-like force of her strikes can puncture organs and even damage bones.
Error has the ability to jab at people without using her venom, though she will go out of her way to use her tail as a last resort unless she's hunting or fighting for her life.
And yes, her tail is flexible and can bend in any direction, meaning she can jab anyone with her stinger from any direction.

Error might not be a great runner or swimmer, but she is blessed with strong wings and can fly for a few hours without stopping.
She's rather talented in the air, being fortunate enough to be more smooth than bulky.

Her claws have a firm grip that are difficult to get away from, and can crush bone if need be.
Usually when hunting, Error will grab her prey if she can and then strike them with a high dose of venom.
The more merciful their death, the better.

Equipped with one last gift is her breath type.
While most dragons breathe fire, Error's venomous genes found their way to her "abilities," gifting her with the power to spit up a corrosive acid spray.
Like any other acid, it burns!
Error is more likely to spray or even gush someone with acid than she is to sting them.
If she spews enough of it, her target could be permanently disfigured or even handicapped, but at least they didn't die, right?
Both her acid and her venom are pale green.

Error is currently 37 years old.

She sleeps partially during the day, and partially during the night.

It's not uncommon for her to just lap bugs up when she comes across them, as scorpions are very opportunistic hunters.
And yes, she knows the difference between a game animal and someone's pet or friend.
She's only hunted someone's pets a couple of times, all by accident.

Her physical makeup and the combination of such odd creatures has left her with a rather strained back.
Sometimes it just aches or tires out easily, so she stretches a lot and tries to be careful.

~~Preference~~

Error is bisexual, and has basically always known this.
She's had multiple partners both male and female, though men are more willing to mate with her.
As it is, Error has never been particularly picky.
She searches for a mate when the mood strikes, and once she's had her fun, moves on and just exists.

She's an adamant pleaser and loves to make others feel good.
Caring, tender and passionate in bed, Error has a knack for weakening the knees of whomever she ends up with.
If someone takes things to far or tries to take it too far, a good pinch in the genitals is always enough to send the message.

She's had two partners in her time that felt for her emotionally as well, but they never lasted.
Both male, in the end they couldn't keep their affairs with her secret any longer.
Their relationship with her impeded upon their life, caused difficulty, and they were forced to choose.
Error never pressured either of them, and when they eventually had to break up, she took it rather well.

She was sad, but after 30+ years of mating, losing two "serious" partners and typically being seen as a desperate-times desperate-measures option, she's grown to expect such things.
It hurts her feelings deep down, but as mentioned before, she is accepting of life as it comes to her.
If it's meant to be, it will be.
And if it's not, then life will go on.
She tends to grieve things internally, and with ease.

Even though she accepts it, she thinks fondly of the males she's been with.
One was a dragon, the other a pony, oddly.
She nearly came to the point of loving them, but never really knew that.
Only when she finally settles with Ivory Haze, her permanent to-be pony mate, will she understand what love truly means.
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Rock on, my bittersweet babe...

---DO NOT STEAL MY STUFF!!! I DO NOT OWN MLP BUT I DO OWN THIS ART AND ERROR!!!---

Description
Though rare in my orbit, I have made an OC for the My Little Pony universe.
BOW BEFORE HER VENOMOUS MAJESTY

Anyway yeah she's one of those weird hybrid OC's people do, and she's inspired by the deathgrippers from HTTYD 3.
If you don't like it eat dirt, idc.

The main part of her bio is told in a tale from her point of view, to her permanent lover, because i'm feeling ExTrA and just wanna do that.
So enjoy!

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"I was born in a magics lab in a remote jungle, hidden from society.
The head of the team there was a pony who went by Doctor Ford Helix.
Ford, as he was commonly called, was an earth pony who loved the idea of using magic to mix animal essences and maybe breed new or stronger creatures.
But since he couldn't use magic, he studied it, and had a bunch of other ponies working for him.
Unicorns handled the magical part, after he told them what he wanted to see.

One day, Ford and his team meant to mix lizard essence with the unborn children of a scorpion.
Scorpions don't lay eggs, but their work caused my "mother" to lay very small ones.
They thought that was normal, because of the lizard, but eventually, all the eggs died.
All except mine.

But my egg grew, and kept growing, and so on until they realized they hadn't used lizard essence at all.
Ford went back over his data and learned that he'd accidentally given his team dragon essence instead.
There was talk of destroying my egg, but Ford thought that would be cruel.
So they let me hatch.

I remember seeing and hearing them for the first time.
Blurry, colorful faces, gazing in horror at what they'd created.
The first thing I ever heard was Ford's voice, saying, "we've made an error."
And I accepted it so.

---

When I was born, they panicked.
I remember them all in an argument about what to do with me, and someone suggested putting me in an enclosure they used for birds.
A big room with two glass walls attached to the building, and a door just for the ponies to get through.
They fed me mice.
They always looked a little nauseated around me, except for Ford.
He just always looked sad, even when he smiled.

There was talk of what to do with me, and I hadn't yet spoken.
I understood language, but I didn't want to talk to them.
I was conscious enough to understand that there was living, and there was not living.
The ponies discussed my not living in what they thought was privacy, but I could hear them.
Whatever not living was, I knew it wasn't what I wanted, so I was willing to do what it took to stay alive.

---

I spoke to them when I was a month old, but not much.
I was growing fast, and this frightened them.
They tried to be calm around me, and some of them even tried to be nice to me.
I think I made them nervous, because I liked to watch them.
I think they could feel by then that I was smarter than they thought.

Honestly, looking back I think Ford felt bad about what happened.
He didn't mean to create me; a sentient, fully-aware mutant damned to be in an enclosure like any other animal.
I watched him do his work on animals, but as the weeks went on, he looked less and less happy.
He did less projects.

Ford and a couple of the others played games with me, usually outside the cage.
They tested how smart I was, and were surprised at how much I understood so soon.
I couldn't understand why that was weird to them; I just had instincts, you know?
I didn't know how different I was, but I knew by the way they acted that I, in some way, wasn't meant to be there.
At least, not the way they saw it.
But they kept me alive.
I think they hoped I could be a member of society, but I didn't know that then.
I just knew I was getting tired of being in a cage.

---

As I got bigger, they had to give me bigger things to feed off of.
I would eat pony food and cooked stuff they gave me, but I wanted meat.
Live prey.
I can't help it; it's part of me.
So they gave me rabbits, and the bigger the animals were, the worse they felt.
Even still, every move I made was written down by Ford's team, including when I killed my food.
I was very used to be watched when I ate, even if I was capable of feeling...embarrassed, or unhappy about it.
My animal and dragon side fight a lot, you see.

When I was six months old, I had gotten so big the ponies were becoming more uneasy.
One of them thought that, like some bugs and snakes, if I was in a smaller space I wouldn't be able to grow so big.
So they made something less than half the size of what I'd been living in, with steel bars for walls instead of glass.
Ford told me he was sorry a lot, but once I was in there I was just angry all the time.
If it was their fault I was here, why was I the one being punished?
And for growing?
"Sorry" wasn't enough.

---

I'm not like you guys.
At six months old, I was your equivalent of ten years.
Maybe a little less, but my animal instincts made me smarter.
Sometimes they do me good, hah.

Sometimes, they held out a jar with a hide-skin lid to me using a long stick with a grabber on the end of it.
I had to stab it with my tail; they wanted my venom.
I don't know why this was done more than one time, I mean it was always the same, but whatever.
I did it.
They gave me open jars to spray my acid into, too.
They looked more afraid of my acid than my venom, but I guess I can understand that.
Trust me, you don't wanna get splashed by that.

---

Sometimes, they would sing.
So I would sing, too, but usually at night when everyone left or was in bed.
I think Ford heard me a couple times, but he never said anything.
I just remember seeing his shadow linger on the walls here and there, and then he would go.
He lived at the lab.

---

I didn't wanna live there anymore.
I didn't know what outside looked like, I didn't know how big the world was.
Could I survive by myself?
Feed myself?
I stopped caring.
Between Ford's depression, the other ponies' fear of me and being tired of keeping me a secret, I was ready to either live or die on my own.

When I was nine months old, I waited by the cage wall.
I had just eaten.
You should know that I barely talked to those guys unless I needed or wanted something, or asked hard questions.
"Will you kill me?"
Or, "I'm hungry."
Or, "Will I live here forever?"
"My back hurts."

Ford was close by, and I called for him.
By this point, I guess I was kinda like a young teenager.
He came up to me.
I stuck one claw through the cage, and told him I thought something was wrong with it.
I said I couldn't close my claw all the way.
He believed me.
In all my time there, I hadn't tried to hurt or acted like I wanted to hurt anybody, and that's because I didn't.
The idea of hurting people like me for no reason, it...felt wrong.
Still does.
But if you mess with me I'll mess with you, you feel me?
Oh I'm getting off topic, my bad.

---

He looked at my claw.
And when he got close enough, BAM!
I grabbed his shirt, and my claws are so strong he couldn't break free.
Everyone else started panicking; I reached my other claw through, and then brought up my stinger.
I told them all to stay back, or I would sting him.
And, just for the record, my venom is strong enough to kill a pony.
It was back then, too.

I told them to open the door to my cage, so they did.
I said if anyone came near me, Ford would "get it."
He didn't fight me.
I had to weave my claws in and out of the cage and hold his shirt one claw at a time.
We moved until I was at the door, and could walk out.
Soon as I was out, I grabbed Ford by his mane and tail, and told the other ponies to open the door to the lab and show me the way out.
They did what I told them.
I'll never forget how...scared they all were, and how calm Ford was.
I could sense it, though; his pounding heart.
I could smell their worry.
I made sure the unicorns didn't use their magic to move anything.
Kept my stinger real close to Ford's head.

So after enough walking, they let me outside.
I backed up, still dragging Ford by the hair.
He kinda had to step/scoot with me, because he was like on his side, you know?
I had to turn my head super fast to look around and watch the ponies at the same time.
I saw all these trees and plants in this stretch of land behind me, maybe...
I don't know, like twenty yards away?
I had to get to that jungle.

---

When I was about halfway to it, I told the ponies not to follow me any closer.
I kept dragging Ford until I was in the jungle, and shouted for them to still not follow.
To be honest, I don't know how far I got, but I made sure I couldn't see the others anymore.
If I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me, right?

There were so many sounds, smells, things I was seeing that I didn't understand.
I'd never seen so much...air before.
I kept going until I thought it was safe, and...

...

It was a little hard.
I just kinda looked at Ford, and wondered if I'd done something bad.
But I knew this was what I really wanted.

I guess since I didn't move for a minute, Ford got worried and looked at me.
He was scared.
He'd never been scared of me before.
I felt bad.
He said, "I'm sorry."
That was when I let him go, and I flew away.

---

I knew he meant it, but I had nothing to say to any of them.
Oh!
I forgot to say that I'd started planning to escape when I was still six months.
I practiced running and making my wing muscles strong as much as possible, and tried to fly in the little room I had.
And, just for the record, keeping me in a smaller cage did not stop me from growing.
So when D-day came, I was ready.

I got used to the jungle pretty fast.
Had an easy time hunting and finding water, wasn't picky about sleeping, all that stuff.
Eventually, I found a colony of dragons.
I'd never seen them before, but I knew we were half the same, so I met them.

Yep...they thought I was fuckin' weird.
It was whatever though, I hung out.
Dragons aren't as uptight as ponies, I guess?
No offense.
I mean, they're pretty weird, too.

I came and went, but decided I would be a traveler.
Never had a permanent home; I don't like being in the same place for too long.
After life in captivity, you're kinda over it.

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I was fully grown and sexually mature by the time I was two years old.
When I was four, I was able to stop my aging process, so I've been the same ever since.
I started having urges when I was five, and got curious about mating.

Not a lot of dragons wanted to sleep with me, ya know.
I mean, big surprise, hah.
I didn't really take it personally.
Well, to spare you the details, I figured some stuff out myself, and finally found someone to do it with.
Guess they were desperate, but that's how most of my partners have been.
You gotta be desperate to shack up with a half-scorpion, right?

I learned fast that I like males and females, and managed to get with both.
Men more than women, but I didn't complain too much.
Chicks have higher standards.
Sometimes, on SUPER rare occasions, I managed to sleep with a pony!

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I don't like being in front of too many people at a time.
It weirds me out, I feel like I'm being studied again.
And...you know...
I'm always wondering if someone will try to kill me, and after 37 years of being what I am, it's happened a couple times.

My favorite thing to do is to go to towns and villages at nighttime and just sing.
Some, like you, really like it.
Most people don't notice because it's so late at night, though.
I like letting people see me in glimpses and then make them chase me, and then never see me again.
It's so exciting!
But now I'm here, with you.
So...the story goes on.

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Sometimes I think I see Ford or some of the others.
I kinda liked him, he was good to me.
He stood up for me.
He was a good guy...
I wish him well."

---Error

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~~Personality~~

Error is laid back, sultry, sly, and generally accepting of everything around her.
Like a true animal, she lives in the moment.
But she does feel all the things everyone else feels, and just as strongly.
It just so happens that her raw instincts and calm nature give her a unique perspective of the world.

It's a rare moment for Error to become emotional, but it isn't impossible.
She's lived a rough life in the wild with very little affection given to her by others, even during amorous activity.
As accepting as she is of her world and that bad things happen, crying just doesn't come easy to her.
She's never loved anyone or anything enough to be emotional when they inevitably leave.

Error finds people fascinating in their own weird way.
Ponies more so than dragons, because they're so much more frail and soft, not to mention emotional and rational.
It's why she likes to hang around their towns and engage them at nighttime; she can be hidden well with her dark body, and get close enough to learn about them.

Error is capable of getting mad, of course, but even her anger is short-lived.
She isn't exactly vengeful, but her memory is extraordinary.
She forgives, but she doesn't forget.

The one thing she is a big stickler about is self preservation.
She's always on high alert, always making sure she's safe and if she thinks someone is following her without her wanting them to, Error is very good at throwing them off her trail.
She's quite intelligent.

Though equipped with an arsenal of deadly defenses ranging from acid breath type, a venomous stinger, crushing claws and powerful jaws, Error isn't particularly violent.
She's never killed anyone, but she has wounded plenty who threatened or harmed her first.
It's rare for her to dish out the first blow.

~~Physiology~~

Error, being a mix of dragon and scorpion, is relatively well put together -- minus a few disturbances, genetically speaking.
For example, she walks hunched with her rear in the air, head low to the ground, using the backside of her claws to help her navigate.
When walking on foot, her tail is usually above her back like your typical scorpion.
This plays into her constant readiness.

Error isn't very fast on foot, and can't run for very long.
She's also a poor swimmer and tries to avoid large bodies of water whenever possible.
The average scorpion can remain submerged safely in water for 48 hours, but Error is only half arthropod.
While running is difficult for her, she can walk as long as the earth can turn without tiring if need be.
If she can help it and not need to run, she can walk for nearly a full day without stopping.

Sometimes, Error is fit to only eat once a day and be satisfied.
This depends on the size of her meal.

Her eyes are red with orange sclera, and seem to glow in dimly lit or sub-dark areas seemingly on command.
The nature of this function is unknown, but it adds to her spooky appeal.
Her pupils are slit.

Aside from her claws, the first thing one tends to notice with Error is her large stinger.
It's longer than her horns, made of the same material and a good few inches thick.
The very tip is razor sharp and smooth, with the smallest hole visible up close.
At the base of the stinger, where it attaches to her tail is where her venom is produced, and like a scorpion she can control how much to inject, and its potency.
The stinger is often mostly concealed by four petal-shaped plates that fold around it evenly.
When she's ready to attack, the plates spring open to give the stinger better access to her target.

Depending on who she attacks and how much venom she pumps into them, a high dose can kill in just minutes.
It starts as horrendous, burning pain all over the body, followed by paralysis and failure of the endocrine system, and finally, the shutting down of major organs.
A lower dose with mild impact to the body will cause excrutiating pain, intense stiffness and/or temporary paralysis, and potential endocrine system failure.
Fever-like symptoms, vomiting and kidney pain may also occur.
A mild dose with low impact to the body will cause intense pain at the strike site and near it, and hormonal disruption.

Error's tail is very muscular and a little prehensile; at least enough for her to wrap it around something for traction or hang upside down using it.
The power in her tail makes her stinger dangerous for another reason.
Being made of such a hard material, the whip-like force of her strikes can puncture organs and even damage bones.
Error has the ability to jab at people without using her venom, though she will go out of her way to use her tail as a last resort unless she's hunting or fighting for her life.
And yes, her tail is flexible and can bend in any direction, meaning she can jab anyone with her stinger from any direction.

Error might not be a great runner or swimmer, but she is blessed with strong wings and can fly for a few hours without stopping.
She's rather talented in the air, being fortunate enough to be more smooth than bulky.

Her claws have a firm grip that are difficult to get away from, and can crush bone if need be.
Usually when hunting, Error will grab her prey if she can and then strike them with a high dose of venom.
The more merciful their death, the better.

Equipped with one last gift is her breath type.
While most dragons breathe fire, Error's venomous genes found their way to her "abilities," gifting her with the power to spit up a corrosive acid spray.
Like any other acid, it burns!
Error is more likely to spray or even gush someone with acid than she is to sting them.
If she spews enough of it, her target could be permanently disfigured or even handicapped, but at least they didn't die, right?
Both her acid and her venom are pale green.

Error is currently 37 years old.

She sleeps partially during the day, and partially during the night.

It's not uncommon for her to just lap bugs up when she comes across them, as scorpions are very opportunistic hunters.
And yes, she knows the difference between a game animal and someone's pet or friend.
She's only hunted someone's pets a couple of times, all by accident.

Her physical makeup and the combination of such odd creatures has left her with a rather strained back.
Sometimes it just aches or tires out easily, so she stretches a lot and tries to be careful.

~~Preference~~

Error is bisexual, and has basically always known this.
She's had multiple partners both male and female, though men are more willing to mate with her.
As it is, Error has never been particularly picky.
She searches for a mate when the mood strikes, and once she's had her fun, moves on and just exists.

She's an adamant pleaser and loves to make others feel good.
Caring, tender and passionate in bed, Error has a knack for weakening the knees of whomever she ends up with.
If someone takes things to far or tries to take it too far, a good pinch in the genitals is always enough to send the message.

She's had two partners in her time that felt for her emotionally as well, but they never lasted.
Both male, in the end they couldn't keep their affairs with her secret any longer.
Their relationship with her impeded upon their life, caused difficulty, and they were forced to choose.
Error never pressured either of them, and when they eventually had to break up, she took it rather well.

She was sad, but after 30+ years of mating, losing two "serious" partners and typically being seen as a desperate-times desperate-measures option, she's grown to expect such things.
It hurts her feelings deep down, but as mentioned before, she is accepting of life as it comes to her.
If it's meant to be, it will be.
And if it's not, then life will go on.
She tends to grieve things internally, and with ease.

Even though she accepts it, she thinks fondly of the males she's been with.
One was a dragon, the other a pony, oddly.
She nearly came to the point of loving them, but never really knew that.
Only when she finally settles with Ivory Haze, her permanent to-be pony mate, will she understand what love truly means.
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Rock on, my bittersweet babe...

---DO NOT STEAL MY STUFF!!! I DO NOT OWN MLP BUT I DO OWN THIS ART AND ERROR!!!---