PSYCHEDELiC
i lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt
but i make these high heels work
The mare charged. Psychedelic squealed, ears flicking back as he was forced to awkwardly limp aside, putting weight on the wounds that still needed rest. Indignation flashed in his eyes as he whipped his head to look at her once she’d raised her chin to glare at him.
What a bitch.
“You can say that again.” He muttered grumpily under his breath and groaned at the fresh pain blossoming through his body. A curse fell out of his mouth before he shook his head, sending pale hair scattering on either side of his spotted neck, then looked back at her glaring at him. Her beach. That made sense. She carried herself like a self-righteous territory leader. Psychedelic almost asked her if it was a requirement to already have a stick shoved up your ass when you took over a territory, or if that was part of the ceremony at accepting leadership. Thankfully this time he was smart enough to hold his tongue and just glare at her glaring at him.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Psychedelic spat at her threat. “There are a million other places I’d rather be than trapped on this godforsaken wasteland of an island.”
But she wasn’t giving him a choice. The tension was high in the air and he was frustrated, knowing there was no way in his current state he could take her on, even pregnant as she was. He could see the scars dotting her coat, much like his, and knew she was just as battle-worn as he was, if not more so. Younger, too. On this day, she had the advantage, and if Psychedelic was smart he’d mind his tongue and apologize and cower away until the nice Salem leader took pity and let him pass out before his swim back to Crossing Isle.
Unfortunately that had really never been Psychedelic’s style and it was even less-so in his older age as time had taken him from a fun-loving crazy little guy into something angry and mean and bitter.
“I’m not into the taste of my own medicine,” he started, “So, I am soooo terribly sorry that I offended you by thinking you were just a mare here and not this abundant, paradise-like gloryland’s oh so courageous warrior of a leader. Now will you please leave me the fuck alone?”
(ooc: *coughs* I'm just going to put this out there, he never "officially" joined the lagoon so technically he IS open for a force-claim 😇 )
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