it was on the good ship venus, by christ ya should have seen us,
the figurehead was a whore in bed and the mast was a mammoth penis
 I seemed to be spending a lot of my time in the Arbors now, and hardly any in the Caverns, where, truth be told, I should probably be lurking with a fucking huge herd by now.
But I didn’t have a fucking huge herd now; I was still a herd of one, despite working my ass off to try and persuade mares to come with me. It didn’t bother me much – it was a work in progress, and they didn’t know what they were missing out on. I had all the time in the world to get this place up and running, but now at least I understood the trouble Syn was having with his kingdom. It was difficult to even get mares to decide to go with you, nevermind the stallions who probably all wanted to be in the same position as me.
But today, unusually, I was just spending my time here, plotting out my home in my head because truth be told I hadn’t really done all that much looking round the place after I’d won it; I was just so eager to get out there and see the world. Outside it was freezing, and despite my helpful element I didn’t feel like braving the blizzards to go and search for prospective herd members, especially when my chance of finding any was close to zero, as it had been proven by previous attempts in the Arbors; I’d either been cast aside as some intimidating, over-eager fiend (like the way Fawn had seen me) or just not good enough.
What with recent developments, that would change completely soon.
So I huffed heavily, nostrils flared as I paused to send a casual spark of flame to the centre of the Caverns, a thrill of heat that slowly seeped into the rest of the place as the foundation of the flame burned satisfyingly bright, undaunted by the weather that sent eddies of snowflakes whirling into the entrance of the caves, only to be fiercely pushed back – or melted – by the heat within the place. Everything was suddenly, gloriously, lit up; the niches of the walls looking like ancient runes. I stood still, letting the warmth seep into my bones as I bowed my head and listened to the crackle of the flame; my powers seemed to be getting stronger by the day, the ruby in my chest pulsing more strongly with each wave of heat that reached me.
Stones skittered outside, and I paused warily, nostrils flaring instantly.
A mare. Young. By herself.
Wow I sounded like a rapist there.
My ears flickered forward and instantly I shook my entire body, getting rid of the stiffness from standing still for so long, and headed forward, stride eating up the ground between myself and the entrance to the caves where she stood. Tipping my head, I sent a gust of warmth out to circle her, pulling the heat around her like a cloak to keep the freezing winds out as I reached the entrance; ears pricked forward intently, my eyes travelling across her body as I took in the delicacy and elfin-proportions of her frame – she wasn’t small, but everyone was small compared to me, “Hello...” I paused unsurely, nostrils flaring again, “You looking for someone?”
friggin' in the riggin', friggin' in the riggin',
friggin' in the riggin'...
********there was fuck all else to do! |
