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calling all the monsters *
Posted on September 26, 2016 at 05:08:29 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving
“Who the hell are you?”

Ah, manners. Asp snorted in response, his ears half-pinning to his head before he came to the conclusion that (yet again) some mares were just more easily more irritated than his little Dragon. He found it more intriguing each time he came across one, enjoying the way they kept him on his toes.

Life was so boring without something to keep him busy!

“Asp,’ he answered, snorting again as he tried to crow-kick the anxiety out of him. Her mood was contagious, that was for sure, and while he wasn’t afraid, it was still a bothersome feeling. It only worsened when she came creeping closer, but he took a moment to admire the way she composed herself just as she looked down-up at him and decided his worth.

He arched his neck and blew out a breath at her, his tail raised. Asp was a proud creature, and her scrutiny did nothing but boost his already too-big ego.

“Eh,’ he grunted in response, his ears swivelling to her words and the swish of her tail.

“Maybe I’m already dead ‘n you’re here to whisk my lazy ass to heaven.”

Or something like that--did horses even have a heaven?

“Either way, I’m not complainin’ about the company, however short-lived… um.”

“You’re very pretty,” he added with a nod, giving her another once-over and letting his tail flutter over his hocks as his white-as-bone head recoiled.

asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . stallion . homeless . played by hashtag




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