11-02-2016, 11:55 AM
Mold
She thought he looked like mold.
Bitch.
He looked at her, grunted. He shook his head. It was a moment out of a Ridley Scott film. You know the ones. The ones with the slow-motion capture in them? The Ridley Scott slow-mos. Time almost seemed to stop as the shake emanated from his head, and then down his back to his tail as the teal, and the sealife seemed to flake away from him as if they’d never been there. Like water droplets that fade off and get absorbed into the atmosphere, never to be seen again. It rained color, and when time returned to itself again, Ashley once again looked at Azlyn, and grunted. The ginger-man, walked passed her, slapped her buttocks with the end of his tail, creating a whip-like sensation that could crack against her flesh if it made contact. “Let’s see you do a trick like that, precious.”
His voice was almost a sneer. He’s not happy that she’s been on his mind. But what makes him even more uncomfortable is the knowing that he has been on her mind. He doesn’t want to be on anyone’s mind. He is not relationship material. At least, he doesn’t want to be. His own mother had made sure that he was raised to be political bait for the highest bidder, and when she hadn’t ruined him, his actual relationships had seen to where she’d left off after she died (the first time).
As for Ashley, his auburn buckskin coat and wings having reverted to the perfectly quaffed status that he had been used to in the old days, he beat against the earth with his hooves before turning back to glare at her once more. If he was pointing fingers at her, perhaps he could come up with enough reasons to hate her so that he could put her from his mind once and for all.“And how unbecoming is it of someone who pretends to be a righteous bitch as a front, but spends her days pining after him like a little girl? How hypocritical does that make you?”
She thought he looked like mold.
Bitch.
He looked at her, grunted. He shook his head. It was a moment out of a Ridley Scott film. You know the ones. The ones with the slow-motion capture in them? The Ridley Scott slow-mos. Time almost seemed to stop as the shake emanated from his head, and then down his back to his tail as the teal, and the sealife seemed to flake away from him as if they’d never been there. Like water droplets that fade off and get absorbed into the atmosphere, never to be seen again. It rained color, and when time returned to itself again, Ashley once again looked at Azlyn, and grunted. The ginger-man, walked passed her, slapped her buttocks with the end of his tail, creating a whip-like sensation that could crack against her flesh if it made contact. “Let’s see you do a trick like that, precious.”
His voice was almost a sneer. He’s not happy that she’s been on his mind. But what makes him even more uncomfortable is the knowing that he has been on her mind. He doesn’t want to be on anyone’s mind. He is not relationship material. At least, he doesn’t want to be. His own mother had made sure that he was raised to be political bait for the highest bidder, and when she hadn’t ruined him, his actual relationships had seen to where she’d left off after she died (the first time).
As for Ashley, his auburn buckskin coat and wings having reverted to the perfectly quaffed status that he had been used to in the old days, he beat against the earth with his hooves before turning back to glare at her once more. If he was pointing fingers at her, perhaps he could come up with enough reasons to hate her so that he could put her from his mind once and for all.“And how unbecoming is it of someone who pretends to be a righteous bitch as a front, but spends her days pining after him like a little girl? How hypocritical does that make you?”
ashley
I walked the path, it led me to the end.