Acid is quick. Kinetic, perhaps frighteningly so. There's something wrong with the boy, his movements not fluid but something else. A horse on strange strings, held up by tension and desire and hunger. Oh how he starves. That's the beauty of him. He's always hungry for something, starving for something. Groping, grasping in the dark. Movements too quick, too stilted. Every part of Acid is wrong, but maybe that's the most right thing about him. Grim and shining, brilliant blue eyes scanning the low light. There had to be trouble for him out here. Oh how he thirsts for it. Hungers.
Burning as he moves through the forest growth, Acid shines. Low light catching on his white markings, though it doesn't do much to illuminate farther. Not, at least, until he catches it. The snap of a twig, and a man who's day was ripe for ruining. Neck arching, Acid makes himself seem large. Forcing a float into his gate, he needed to look good. Look big, look bad, though he was shorter than the other stallion. Didn't matter. Lagoon privilege, he'd be able to rain on someone else's parade with impunity.
"She's not a prize for you to pull from the Commons, pal." A grin cracking Acid's face at an awkward angle, tone of voice too light and sing-songy given the circumstance, he sweeps in. A dramatic air to the way he moves, young and high strung. Wound tightly, a spring ready to burst. Whites of his eyes shining for just a moment, before his gaze flickers back to the woman. Placing himself between the woman and this Carthage beast, he's here to fuck around-- maybe he'd find out later. Caught in silvery light, she's pretty enough. Acid would revel in the ruining of days first, and the company later.
3 years. mutt. dunalino overo. 15.0
psychedelic x bane
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