The Lost Islands
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we're the trash in your bed


If Psychedelic was ashamed in any way possible for the remark he’d made concerning the stallion’s lifestyle, he didn’t show it. He remained steady by the philosophy he’d spoken of for years. Psychedelic could see no benefit in hanging around a herd of mares, constantly forced to fight off predators of both the carnivore kind and stallions who wanted whatever pretty toy you had that he didn’t. There was a high possibility Psychedelic’s cynical view of herd life came from his own childhood, being that he never grew up in a more “typical” herd setting.

Whatever the case, Psychedelic knew the herd life would never be for him and he would never understand why any stallion would put himself in these sorts of situation. Alas, such were the mysteries in life.

“Cock-eyed… optimist…” Psychedelic murmured after the stallion had spoken, eyes narrowing. He’d never heard that term before and he had to fight to keep from braying with ugly, immature laughter. “Ahah…hah…” A little giggle managed to escape, quiet, grin spreading wide on his mouth.

Please get ahold of yourself before this guy bashes your face in.

Psychedelic’s ear twitched and he swallowed, trying to work away the smile that seemed to fight to remain. “Nah, I uh,” he cleared his throat and shook his head, “I’m not here for any trouble. I don’t want your land or any ladies you may have, that isn’t me.”

Today.

Resisting the urge to shush the voice in his head, Psychedelic blinked and tried to appear as innocent as possible. If life was ever breathed back into the bachelor herd, maybe it’d be this same beach he returned to in an attempt to be a menace. As of today, however, there was no reason to try and face off with any stallion to bring a lady back to the bog that the bachelors inhabited.

“I’d always wanted to see Atlantis and there’s no time like the present, aye?” Psychedelic looked around them and let loose a low whistle of admiration. “Sweet digs.”

we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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