Posted on August 2, 2015 at 09:31:04 PM by PSYCHEDELIC
What a shame, thought Psychedelic, that he’d never been able to take his tropical vacation. The stallion stood on the beach of Crossing Isle, watching over the rolling waves toward the island he knew to be Atlantis. “I always wanted to go there.” He sighed heavy, tone forlorn. His white tail had dropped at his haunches and his bottom lip pouted. Psychedelic remembered the day he’d met Red and the weird smelling horse in the Falls, when the snow had laid thick over the land and the cold had bitten fiercely into his flesh. “We were going to go there! Me and Red and the weird one!” He complained aloud with a groan. “But I never got to go.” A small whine bubbled from his lips. Would you stop whining and just fucking go already? You big baby. Psychedelic’s ear flicked as though he was listening to a conversational counterpart at his side when, really, he stood on the shore alone. “I can’t just GO there.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I want to actually enjoy my time rather than getting up on shore and being chased out by whatever macho man is inhabiting the place.” Are you saying you couldn’t take him? He shifted his limbs. Along his boy, Psychedelic’s pelt was decorated in scars. A couple had been achieved here, when he’d last inhabited the islands. Others had been earned as he trekked through the mainlands as a lone stallion, stumbling across various individuals whose conversations turned to physical altercations. “Hah!” He laughed aloud. “I’d beat his face in. I’m not my father, after all.” Then go enjoy your vacation, idiot. If you’re so tough you think you could take whatever guy you come across… then prove it. If Psychedelic could shrug, he would have. Hardly any time passed between the voice clawing out through his mind and his legs moving, taking him down the shore and into the briny surf. The swim was long but as soon as he climbed ashore he knew it was worth it. “Ahhhh,” he sighed, content, and flicked out his wet tail at his hindquarters before he started forward. He stayed shoreline, eyes hungrily devouring the beauty of Atlantis. “I swear,” he proclaimed with a happy tone, “if I didn’t think being a band stallion was so fucking stupid, this… this is where I’d end up. LOOK AT THIS PLACE! It’s perfect! Why the hell does anyone live anywhere else?!” WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- feed on the fear that's behind your eyes - By asche August 3, 2015 at 02:24:19 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 4, 2015 at 00:04:41 AM
- i'm your worst fear, you'll find it in me - By asche August 5, 2015 at 10:25:30 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 11, 2015 at 05:08:24 AM
- feed on the fear that's behind your eyes - By asche August 17, 2015 at 11:59:20 AM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 11, 2015 at 05:08:24 AM
- i'm your worst fear, you'll find it in me - By asche August 5, 2015 at 10:25:30 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELIC August 4, 2015 at 00:04:41 AM
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