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02-26-2015, 08:25 PM
Watch what? you mind sort of wonders as it fights to discern reality from fantasy. The Moon Bitch will pay for what she’s done, in some way or another… perhaps only with your words, as you yell at her, but pay nevertheless. This shit is for the birds. But whatever it was you were supposed to be watching seems to flit away into the distance- new words are falling from her lips. Druggie. Yup, that’s you. Damn proud of it, too. Shifting sideways, lifting your hooves unnecessarily high as you try to free yourself from the imagined quicksand, you listen to the sneak and her she-wolf blather on.
She speaks of chaos that you had imagined once, but put on the backburner. Of plans and secrets, of mysteries and… plots. Domination, discord, disturbance. You offered her more, just to get her on your side, to draw her in… You had forgotten, let it go, let the need for chaos fall to the way-side. Still, she pushes on, taking what you said to heart, looking for the apocalypse that you had promised. You cannot give it to her now. You have a family a consider: Snowflake, T1 and T2. You cannot place them into the throes of war, the panic and screams of bloodshed and destruction, and yet…
Pastel makes an offer, a suggestion, one your ears twitch to hear. You don’t enjoy her speaking of love aloud, you’d rather keep it all a secret, and yet… the temptation is too much, the offer too hard to ignore. You shift forward, warily eyeing the she-wolf at the sneak’s heels, body tremoring as you step forward. You do your best to hold yourself steady, muzzle reaching forward, extending towards her ear if she does not move, eyes looking warily down the beach. You whisper, your rumbling voice managing to drop down sufficiently so that only Pastel might hear what you have to say.
Whispers… and then you withdraw. What will she say to your offer? If she says yes, you may just have a deal.
She speaks of chaos that you had imagined once, but put on the backburner. Of plans and secrets, of mysteries and… plots. Domination, discord, disturbance. You offered her more, just to get her on your side, to draw her in… You had forgotten, let it go, let the need for chaos fall to the way-side. Still, she pushes on, taking what you said to heart, looking for the apocalypse that you had promised. You cannot give it to her now. You have a family a consider: Snowflake, T1 and T2. You cannot place them into the throes of war, the panic and screams of bloodshed and destruction, and yet…
Pastel makes an offer, a suggestion, one your ears twitch to hear. You don’t enjoy her speaking of love aloud, you’d rather keep it all a secret, and yet… the temptation is too much, the offer too hard to ignore. You shift forward, warily eyeing the she-wolf at the sneak’s heels, body tremoring as you step forward. You do your best to hold yourself steady, muzzle reaching forward, extending towards her ear if she does not move, eyes looking warily down the beach. You whisper, your rumbling voice managing to drop down sufficiently so that only Pastel might hear what you have to say.
Whispers… and then you withdraw. What will she say to your offer? If she says yes, you may just have a deal.
we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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