The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

we're the trash in your bed


“Sounds like a blast.” Psychedelic replied somewhat dryly. He considered excusing himself immediately to continue his walk back to the Lagoon, but knew he’d want to take the long way so he might find where his brothers had chosen to bed down for the night. It was enough to tell him why he’d thought to stop and chat up this stallion, not because he had any emotional interest in the guy, but because he was becoming distinctly aware of an almost depressing fact. He and Kasabian, as well as Kendry and the new boy Diamant, could bother the herds of the islands all they wished, but at the end of the day they were still four lonely dudes occupying a place which should be bustling with activity. Felony had the right idea in attempting to recruit the male youth of the island – be it by force or volunteering – and maybe it was time Psychedelic returned to that mindset.

It didn’t only have to be the young; he refocused his gaze on the stallion in front of him, taking in his appearance and stance. While the brine of the ocean was thick on the stallion, Psychedelic knew it didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t already come from an island. Though if he was a herd stallion and was choosing to spend his night on Crossing rather than at home…

“You got a place to stay?” Psychedelic asked, figuring it was better to be up front about his intentions than skirt around the subject like he was nervous to ask the guy to prom. Small talk didn’t exactly bother him, but Psychedelic was already irritated by the cold and didn’t fancy a long heart-to-heart discussion out in the open. “I’m over at the Lagoon, where the guys go who don’t fancy your typical herd life.” Guys like Psychedelic, for one. “Or where the young go to shape their minds or whatever.” It was typically tradition for young kids to have a bro moment with sparring and bonding, but the Lagoon hadn’t been something like that in a long time.

“Name’s Psychedelic, or Psych if you’re short on time.”


we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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