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we are the walking dead *
Posted on September 27, 2016 at 06:04:30 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving

Asp was already turning into a horse-shaped popsicle by the time Mariael and her sire approached him. They stood tall, obviously belonging here and Asp shook his head, letting his mane fall in different directions over his neck. He’d expected that whoever called the Bay home would be quick to escort him out--and Asp was more than willing to comply.

After all, the Bay was not home.

He snorted, his muscles quivering because he was that damn cold. After a brief moment of sizing the pair of horses up, Asp wandered closer. Each step seemed colder than the last, enough so that by the time they were within talking range, Asp couldn’t feel his toes.

“W-w-welcome home,’ he shivered, his ears pinning back slightly at the lack of control in his voice. Still, despite the wavery-ness of it, there was still that ever-present sass and amusement in his voice.

“I bet you want the B-b-bay b-b-ack,’ he grimaced.

“Glad t-to give it t-to you. But,’ he paused, his tail flicking against his rump as he tried to gather whatever warmth was left in his frigid body.

“I’d be expectin’ your help with a bit of a p-p-problem.”

Nothing in life was free, after all.

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




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