PSYCHEDELiC
i lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt
but i make these high heels work
Well, I guess we can split so…
Psychedelic’s lips pulled in a thin line, ears flicked back and head low as he glared at the tide, slowly rolling up the beach and back down it. The heat of Salem, which he’d always thought as quite unfortunate, was… rather enjoyable. Or at the very least it was better than facing winter on Crossing Isle.
He flicked his tail and slowly turned his head, looking back past him and into the desert hell-pit he’d been in for the past few seasons. Those nasty wounds he’d gotten from his challenge for Paradise had healed, adding to the many, many scars that littered his painted coat. The smell of the witch-woman who’d held him here was faded, and a new one was laying thickly along the borders, telling him all he needed to know. The territory leadership had wordlessly changed at some point and this was his window to dive into the ocean and swim back to the Lagoon.
But did he even want to go back there? He was disgusted by their current values they’d decided to adopt and knew he was too damn old to fight them over it. The Lagoon was a lost cause. Psychedelic didn’t have it in him to lead a herd - the only reason he’d fought for Paradise was to have somewhere he could live where no one could tell him shit.
“We should at least say hello to whichever little lady decided she wanted this dump,” Psychedelic suggested as he lifted his head and turned, pointing himself inland and turning his back on the ocean behind him.
Are you kidding me?! This place sucks!
“Yeah,” Psychedelic snorted as a thought occurred to him that made him grin. “So do I.”
He made his way up over the dunes and further into the territory before he lifted his chin and let out a hearty call for anyone to answer which was… quite out of character for him. The entire time he’d spent here he’d been the grouchiest of old men, all too happy to jump into a spat with anyone who came too close to his personal space. Now he was making for one of the very few places he knew were inhabitable here, where he might have luck coming across someone.
Anyone, really.
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