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Falls

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we're the trash in your bed ( aurora )
Posted on June 25, 2017 at 09:52:44 PM by PSYCHEDELiCBob & Talya


“Ohh!” The young cremello overo filly trotted bouncily down the path between the summer-leafed trees. Her head swung this way and that, eyes filling themselves with everything she could see. Her white tail flagged behind her, held off her haunches and bouncing fluidly with each prancing step she took. “Ohh!” She exclaimed again in a gasped breath, having gone through the trees and stopped still at the sight of the falls laying across the way. They were so large and so beautiful, she immediately smiled in wonder.

“WAIT UP!” Hissed a stallion behind her. He was older, well-aged into a body riddled with the tell-tale scars of a life lived as a stallion. He did not prance or dance or look at everything around them as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The closer he came to the clearing of the Falls, the more his eyes shot around in a clear look of paranoia, narrowing on any horse he could see in the distance.

“Don’t go out there.” He said in a low, growling voice to the girl before he glanced back at the open clearing, keeping himself tucked in the shadows of the tree line.

She turned her head and blinked innocently at him. “But mamapapa, we’re here! I want to say hello!”

She’s your kid, man. I told you, shoulda just given her the smack around a couple times, she wouldn’t be so bubbly.

His ears twitched and he snorted, irritated not at her, but at what he’d just heard. He’d argue later, when he wasn’t absorbed with trying to keep his daughter safe and the both of them unseen. Sighing, he looked back at her. “We’re only staying here for the night, kid. We’ve got to find a home, I spent too much time here. Someone’s bound to recognize me.”

Psychedelic had returned to the islands.

His heart longed to wander back to the Lagoon. It was where he belonged and where he would always belong. But his fear at Kasabian seeing him after all this time when Psychedelic tucked tail and ran was keeping him far, far away. Kasabian had been kind of losing it when last Psychedelic remembered him and he was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten any better. The last place he could safely return to was the Lagoon… his eyes flicked to the youthful girl who was pouting at him now. With Talya in tow, he definitely couldn’t return.

He nearly felt himself caving to her pitiful look.

Ugh. You’re so weak.

Psychedelic snorted and shook his head, mane falling at different lengths on either side of his neck. “No, Talya.” He said firmly, stomping his front right hoof as if to make his point. “We bed down here. In the morning we’ll find somewhere to go and then you can talk to whoever’s there.”

Talya’s pout took a more prominent expression and she hung her head, wishing beyond hope she could at least talk to someone… she was so very lonely. Of course, what Talya and Psychedelic did not notice (too busy in their own conversation as it were) was another mare very, very close by who’d perhaps wish to start a conversation with them of her own accord.


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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