He's well and truly unhinged. Unglued. Coming apart at the seams in the best way, and there's nothing that can be done to stop him. Really, short of putting Acid down like the dog he is, he'd only get worse. Oh how that worse shines in his eyes. That's what he's looking for, you know. Someone, something to make worse. He twitches, alive with it. An energy that wouldn't be okay for anyone, for any reason. Alight, shining. There's madness and there's magic, and Acid knows it intimately.
Gait smooth, expression burning, Acid surveys the Commons. There's so much here, so much to see. New faces. Though he would have liked to find a new brother, there's something perhaps better at hand. Messing with the general population, getting under the skin of the other chest beating men who decided to show themselves. Dragging his tongue across his teeth and allowing a rakish grin to stretch his features, Acid's gaze lands on an easy target. He clocked the black splash stallion as a pest, an annoyance, and little more.
He moves quickly, all high steps and profound action. Showing off, of course. Couldn't do anything less. The pest appeared to be speaking with someone-- ah. Acid would flex and fixate, gaze flickering to the woman instead. Approaching at speed, reaching out to tag her with flexed jaws and shining teeth. "Yoink," a depraved chuckle rattled from his throat, a flicker of his tail to go with it. Slowing to a jog, then a walk, he circles and returns to the pair. "What is it they say, you snooze you lose?" Fixating on the other stallion, a glimmer of mirth and malice in his gaze.
Smug, he looks to the mare now, the glimmer in him unmistakable. There's something deeply wrong with Acid, and he's having the best time. Milf bagged.
3 years. mutt. dunalino overo. 15.0
psychedelic x bane
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