Posted on August 11, 2015 at 05:08:24 AM by PSYCHEDELIC
“Psychedelic.” That was a question easy enough to answer. “You can call me Psych though, if you prefer.” Most did. Nicknames were all the rage these days. Or, if you were like Psychedelic, a lot of times he didn’t bother to pause and ask for names nor retain them. It could be a gender bias however, for he seemed more than capable of remembering the names of various stallions whose paths he crossed. Unless you account for that one guy. It was all the voice had to say for Psychedelic to remember the thin, lithe bay with the long face who’d come into the Lagoon years ago and challenged Psychedelic for one of the mares his brother, Ceolwulf had left him guarding. Psychedelic nearly grumbled aloud, his dislike still burning strong all this time later. If he came across that guy again he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from becoming confrontational. It’s really weird you hold a grudge against him even after you won that fight. Psychedelic had to swallow back his retort because it was rude to talk to someone who wasn’t there when in the company of someone who was. He blinked, dark eyes refocusing on the nearly-white stallion who was watching him, waiting for an answer. “Sure!” He said, lopsided grin smacked onto his mouth, “let’s see this place you’ve got set up for yourself.” This is going to end badly, I guarantee it. “Shut up,” Psychedelic whispered under his breath, ears turned back in irritation. Couldn’t one guy on these islands not be interested in beating Psychedelic to a bloody pulp? Who was to say this wasn’t going to be a nice tour of the tropics where Psychedelic could leave from after having made a new friend? It’d be nice in the winter to know he had a buddy on Atlantis he could come visit, when the snow piled thick on Crossing and froze him to the bone. Quit daydreaming, kid. This guy is going to be your enemy one day, or you’ll be his, guarantee it. Remember what your dad always said that gramps would say? Band stallions aren’t looking to make buddies with the bachelors. It was an unfortunate and unavoidable truth, even though the Lagoon had grown so quiet with their affairs they were much more of a joke than what they’d been in Hallucinogenic’s day. “So, who’re you?” He asked, figuring it was only fair he ask this stallion’s name since it appeared they were going to be spending some time buddying up. 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 17, 2015 at 11:59:20 AM
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