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[OPEN] Mongrel Mind

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Mare :: Equine :: 16 hh :: 6.5 years
Blu
#5
10-08-2013, 02:18 AM

mongrel mind.


My tongue rolls over the bumpy roof of my mouth. It's a sensation that causes a slight tickle, though I derive no pleasure in it for the lack of a feather rolling in-between. My gaze slides back to his wings almost of its own accord, as though my eyes have taken up their own fascination with the glowing shafts.
Something reminds me not to be so obvious however, and reluctantly I drag my attention back to his face. It is sadly lacking in the things that I would have liked it to have, namely feathers, but also bone and blood. It certainly has those, but not where I can behold them for my viewing pleasure.

I have to proffer him another twisted smile, a prize he likely preferred he not be so lucky to earn. He has strong character to remain standing here, stewing in his well-mannered pleasantries. I have not known so many as kind as he, and a shame I don't (for him). What a different horse I could have been had Murdock raised me, or even Murdock's mother.
Alas, He raised me, of which I am forever grateful in fulfillment of the popular phrase, ignorance is bliss.

"How many feathers," I clarify for him, just as serious and deadpan as before. I straighten up my head, but the world remains askew, as always. "How many does it take to fly?" I can do the math as to how many he'd need to lose to not-fly, if he could just answer me the reverse. I figure asking the kinder side of the question will illicit a better response, or so the small sanity living in the corner of my conscious suggests. Personally I have an urge to rush him and pluck him faster than he can piss himself.
On the other hand, I don't really want to get dirty.

Learning is so hard.

"If I had some, could I fly?" I ask further, trying to appear innocent as I begin to creep forward. My gait is somewhat skin to a stalk, aided by the high slope of my shoulders. I smile to put him at ease again, the left side of my face failing to uphold it as high as the right side so that it slops around my mouth like wine in a drunkard's hand.
"Fly, fly, fly" I chant in a sing song voice, high in pitch and oddly childish, despite everything but about me.

// Baby d o l l I recognize
// you're a hideous thing inside

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Messages In This Thread
Mongrel Mind - by October - 08-28-2013, 12:46 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 09-22-2013, 07:20 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by October - 10-02-2013, 08:22 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 10-05-2013, 02:02 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by October - 10-08-2013, 02:18 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 10-18-2013, 10:34 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by October - 10-23-2013, 12:42 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 10-27-2013, 11:06 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by October - 11-01-2013, 11:41 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 11-04-2013, 07:52 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Brighid - 11-05-2013, 02:42 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by October - 11-10-2013, 01:23 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 11-12-2013, 10:37 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Brighid - 11-13-2013, 01:21 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 11-16-2013, 12:39 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Brighid - 11-30-2013, 02:01 AM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Murdock - 11-30-2013, 11:11 PM
RE: Mongrel Mind - by Brighid - 12-01-2013, 05:24 AM

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