Oxy

Oblivious to December’s mutual dislike of you, you watch her step towards you. A challenge? You lower your ears. If she wants to challenge you, she’s going to get one hell of a fight. Except… Oh. She’s not challenging you at all. She’s trying to, you don’t even know- take the high road? Be the adult? As if that was ever a good option. For half a moment you consider rearing up and slamming your hooves into her side as she fills up the last crater, but then you remember the way your body was wracked with pain at just the slightest touch from your daughter. A quick analysis leaves you with the assumption that you would quickly be brought to your knees. Another day, you decide disappointedly, grunting in annoyance as she decides she has more words to speak. Gods, you can’t wait until she just. Fucking. Leaves.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” you hiss at her after she leaves, not content to let her get the last word in this conversation. And really? She’s going to tell Midas? You could have laughed aloud at that. First and foremost because you don’t really know who Midas is, so you don’t really care that much. Secondly, because she’s the one acting like a child in your mind (running to tell… daddy?). Lastly, because you’ve never met a threat that you couldn’t take down. Well, except Colt… and Gaucho. But Gaucho wasn’t really a threat, so does that really count? You let him win, right? Since he’s your best friend and all… you didn’t want to hurt his feelings or whatever. Yeah… that sounds good.

Anyways, apparently you can’t have time to be pensive when children are around. Thing 1 demands attention.

As she explodes the ground nearby, and a hole is created, you can’t do anything but nod your head in praise of the small thing. She reigns destruction. What more could the world want? Actually, you do have one request- for her to stop leaning on you. Just now, while everything hurts. Maybe later, if this pain ever goes away, it won’t be so bad. “Before you sleep, watch this…” Lowering your nose, you grab some of her mane in your (grimy) teeth, hopefully to hold her up when you do your thing. Gently stomping one foot against the dirt, the ground begins to shake, rattling and rolling.

Admittedly, as your muscles vibrate with the force of the moving ground, you think it was actually kind of a dumb idea. Muscle vibrations = pain, pain, pain, pain, PAIN. Fuck. Gently (presuming she’s managed to stay standing), you try to lower Thing 1 to the ground as your own body sort of sinks down as well, landing in a sit and then folding all the way down into laying position. Here’s a good place to sleep, right? You hope so, because as the shaking subsides, you really don’t feel like getting back up.

@[Shida]

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