Posted on August 11, 2016 at 09:29:22 PM by PSYCHEDELiC
Things did not go exactly according to plan, but it didn’t mean Psychedelic wasn’t afforded fun for the outcome he received. First he’d earned a harsh, pinching bite on his painted neck by the gleaming black mare he’d initially attempted to herd. With his ears pinned flat in response he’d tried to reach out and offer her the same treatment before she had a chance to draw away. Unfortunately, up the swell of sand he hadn’t come from, the stallion he’d thought was nowhere to be found had come charging up to join the fray. He targeted Psychedelic and also veered to give him a bite along the skin of his neck. Psychedelic squealed and, with eyes flashing wildly, abandoned thought of driving the black mare away and instead turned his attention toward beating the bay up who was trying to do the same to him. Again, Psychedelic reached in an attempt to bite back, wanting to grab a roll of flesh and twist hard enough to bruise or even break the skin. There was a bit of gold and black along his side, just as Psychedelic was gathering his hind-end beneath him in an attempt to clear some space so he might turn about and kick or rear – depending on what the Arabian intended to do. Before their spar could continue it was Kasabian who offered a kick and pulled away atop the sand. Psychedelic’s ear flicked and the words registered, realization dawning in his wild amber gaze as he looked at the bay; so this was Gabbar, the stallion who had left such a lovely impression on the Lagoon’s boss however long ago. Well, well. Psychedelic had a mind to lurch forward and bully the stallion both for disrupting their fun and for having apparently been a major tool in the past, but the slender black mare’s words disrupted the destructive train of thought. They were a foreign tongue and Psychedelic’s pinned ears flicked as his amber eyes jerked to her attention. She seemed so proud, so strong, that he couldn’t help his initial instinct as a desire to try and tear her down. His head lowered and muscles tense, Psychedelic’s ears laced against his skull as he turned himself more toward her. Rage boiled hot under his skin (or maybe that was the overly oppressive Salem heat) and nearly made him feel sick. “What the fuck did you just say?” He spat at her, completely absorbed in this reaction toward her; so much so, Psychedelic had nearly forgotten completely about Gabbar and Kasabian. He, like everyone else, had likely also missed the buckskin’s retreat over the sands. WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD |
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- run until your feet ache to the bone - By Gabbar August 13, 2016 at 02:11:58 PM
- And its consequences keep you up at night. - By KASABiAN August 16, 2016 at 09:51:47 PM
- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE August 25, 2016 at 08:47:30 PM
- we're the trash in your bed - By PSYCHEDELiC September 6, 2016 at 07:29:09 PM
- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE August 25, 2016 at 08:47:30 PM
- And its consequences keep you up at night. - By KASABiAN August 16, 2016 at 09:51:47 PM
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