we're the voice, we're the voice, we're the voice in your head HEY! “WOO!” DAMNIT, WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO – “HAHA! TAKE THAT!” The weight of his body thrown behind his hooves pressed them into the cold, damp sand, kicking up large chunks into the air as he kicked. The birds had all but scattered only Psychedelic realized the true fun was when they landed just a small distance away, their feathers all ruffled. He would watch them with a narrow, calculating gaze and then when he noticed they were comfortable, go charging into their masses again. It was madness. The voice couldn’t even get him to stop, for Psychedelic was hearing none of it. Then suddenly there was a different voice, a female voice. Psychedelic came to a sudden halt and turned his neck so his eyes could find the mare that was staring at him. “I was scaring the birds?” He said, though he suddenly seemed uncertain of it as well. He blinked at her. “Is this where you live?” Well, duh. Obviously. What was he doing here? Psychedelic opened his mouth to answer – to tell her he was scoping out territories to learn who he might like to fight in the future – when the voice spoke up and stopped him before he could dare. Ah! Nu-uh. You shut that mouth right now. Psychedelic looked comical and possibly deranged as he opened his mouth wide with excitement to explain her answer to her and then clamped it down suddenly to force himself into silence. His ear flicked as he waited for further instruction. Already having been scolded twice for speaking to the voice when they were in company he was trying to behave and not get himself into any more trouble. Tell her you’re lost. “I’m lost!” He suddenly said, smiling and relieved to have an answer to chirp into the silence. He blinked once and then twice, watching her. “I live at the Lagoon. I’m new though. I thought I should do some more exploring.” He smiled as he talked, all lively and animated with joy. His head tilted slightly, ears focused on her. “You wanna scare the birds with me?” Because in spite of all that he’d just confessed, Psychedelic hadn’t yet realized the simple fact that he was an unwelcome trespasser here and it was not okay to run around on another stallion’s beach. It was definitely not okay if you were a member of the Lagoon, which had a bad reputation with some herd stallion. WE'RE THE TRASH IN YOUR BED |