I hate everything about you,
Why do I love you?
Ah, and here we are. After all this time, she smugly licked her lips, a funny sight to see on a horse. Her strawberry mane flapped violently with the wind, tickling the insides of her ears and irritating her neck. Stupid hair - should have had someone knaw the darn stuff off, she flicked her auds back in distaste, optics narrowed against the air that seemed so intent on drying her out. For a moment she debated just swimming to a different isle. They each had differing climates, surely one of them would be more wind-free? Resistant? Cassi turned her back to the shore, which helped a little, her shadowed, honey eyes able to open fully so that she could take in the land before her as well as it’s many peasants. Look at them all milling about, not a care in the whole freakin’ world.
Cracking her tail against her leg, the faded red mare circled around a tree and eyed it as if it might be a delicious candy. This, this will be MY tree. Until I decide on a home of course, or someone decides they’re tough enough to take me home. Either way, I’ll let ‘em have a go, Lifting her shoulders in a shrug she decided it might be nice to lie down near her tree. With a final loop around, she settled her limbs beneath her and leaned her crown against the trunk. Lovely! I don’t see why we all sleep standing up so often. Laughter spilled from her jaw, filling the quiet air around her. For awhile she had debated making an appearance at the Lagoon with all the dirty, stinky men. Her father had been the boss there once mother’s ‘boy king’ she recalled with a twinkling in her eye. Instead, she figured if they wanted her, they would come get here. No need to be gentle, because what was the fun in that?
”Home, home on the range…” she trailed off in song, making up words since she couldn’t remember nearly any of them, ”Where the smelly stallions plaaaaay.”
Movement somewhere around her tree disrupted her, sending her into a pouting fit and quieting her terrible singing. Who taught me to sing? Was it ma or dad? Not that either of them would have ever been better than me, she thought proudly. I wonder if they’ll be joining me any time soon? Surely they want to see their mucky yucky marshland of a palace. I could make them angry… go to the peak. That would be exciting! Oh,right, I should figure out who’s standing around my tree! With that she whipped her cranium around and nearly knocked it against the tree trunk as she called out to the stranger, ”Who issss it?”
Cassiopeia
female | six | mixed | red dun roan | ee/aa/Dr/Rr | Orion x Sarasota | kittyha's lovechild
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