what makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood?

He was happy to be here, home. Frolicking about the obsidian coast, and playing upon the rocky green hillsides. But most of all he was happy to be with his momma. He had tried to make friends, to branch out to other children in the playground. But they all seemed to fear him, but why? He was just like them, right? Momma said he was perfect, and handsome, but why didn't they think so? He just wanted to play after all, with friends. To kick up his heels and chase after butterflies, with his own little gang stampeding behind him. Was it too much to ask? 

So instead, our handsome little zombie boy plays about on his lonesome. Chasing butterflies and seabirds, upon the coast, and galloping through fields of salty seagrass. That was his fun, but today momma had promised him something, he had always been curious about his family after all, and so momma promised just that, she was going to introduce him to some of his family members. For puce, that jut meant more friends, and he was excited. But whilst his excitement encompassed his body he found himself chasing after a rather vibrant colored monarch butterfly, gliding upon the Nerine's coastal wind. The small creature, fluttered it's wings as it soared, and of course Puce followed, galloping after it, one foot after the other, just like momma taught him. Until he realized, where's momma? She was just here wasn't she? 

He stops in place, pausing in his play, petite ebony lobes flickering, listening for those sweet vocals of hers, and of course his name rings out clear as day as always. And he follows, fun speed ahead, hooves clattering upon the ground harshly, as he catches up to her. "I'm right here momma!" He exclaims, as he comes up beside her, lavender tail stirring at his inky hocks. "Momma, you can't believe the butterfly I just chased! It was so bright, and orange! And it flew really high, but I almost caught it!" He shouts, happy grin fitted smugly upon his velvet lips as he recollects about the butterfly he had been chasing.

His hazel gaze meets hers, "Momma who are we gonna be meeting?" He inquires, excitement engulfing his body once more at the thought.

we've got another thing coming undone

what makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood?

Momma hans't said anything about her family to him, if anything they could be complete strangers. But the little zombie boy new better, if anything this whole new family thing sparked hope in the purple maned boy, that he would have friends and someone to play with besides momma. Momma was great and all, she always gave him compliments, and played with him every now and then, but he wanted something more.

So as a winged figure finds it's way into his view the little boy shouts, "Momma look!" He leaps up playfully brushing his rump against her side, hoping to raise her spirits in some sort of play. His gaze fixating upon the huge set of wings placed on either side of the the horse that was coming towards them, and he couldn't help himself but glance at his own sides. Hoping that maybe, just maybe a pair of wings would magically appear at his sides, but it seems he wasn't lucky enough to have been gifted them. 

So instead the little boy raises his petite velvet muzzle towards his momma's ears, "Momma, I want wings like her." He whispers in a rather pouty like manner, as the winged equine reaches the pair. She reaches out towards momma, and the little boy steps back nervously, and scuttles behind his mother shyly. Allowing his ebony cranium to peak out from the entanglement of his mother's purple tail, in a rather curious manner, contradicting with his shy display. 

And so he creeps out of hiding, the sweet little lavender maned boy leans upon his mother's side, lanky limbs still quite unstable.. But when the winged horse comes towards him bumping him on the shoulder with her muzzle, every muscle upon his body flinches, and he scuttles backwards before she can introduce herself. And the minute she speaks the word aunt he returns, prancing forwards, his hazel gaze fixed upon His aunt Carwyn, and with a soft voice he responds,"Hello.." He pauses allowing his eyes to flicker about curiously before fixing upon his aunt. "I'm Puce." He states, a little louder offering up his muzzle to his aunt.

we've got another thing coming undone