01-31-2019, 06:07 PM
Everything was awful. Defy hated sharing Momma, and he didn’t trust these new people as far as he could shove them, which was not far. Especially since he was supposed to be nice to them or some stupid shit. He was super not impressed, though, and sharing his parents was the stupidest thing in the world. Had to share Momma with stupid dumb sisters, and had to share Daddy with whatever it was Daddy did when he wasn’t with them, which was also stupid. Clearly Daddy should stay with him.
Pretty much anytime Daddy was gone, he was mad most of the time. Had a hard time being nice and not biting people or kicking or stomping off in a huff, but he was supposed to like, protect Momma and shit. Which yeah okay was super important when Daddy wasn’t home ‘cause who else was gonna keep her safe? He’d been born to the pretty obvious evidence that she needed protecting, so. He did that, he kept her safe, but he could keep her safe and be mad at the same time. So. Fuck off.
Whatever, but anyhow. When he got extra mad at everything, which was honestly a lot, then he just...like shoved all that mad into doing his job, keeping Momma safe. From bad people who wanted to hurt her, or from like scary lions and shit? Sure. Yeah. Both. All of that. He was not in a cuddlesome mood, ‘cause Daddy had been gone for days, and everybody new was getting in his way. He was s’posed to be protecting her, but they kept like. Stealing his time with her, and it was mean and stupid and he hated everythinnnng. And everyone. New people were the worst, and it should be just him and Momma and Daddy.
So anyhow, he was mad, and stompy, and didn’t wanna cuddle with Momma even though they were by themselves finally, ‘cause sitting still was hard when he was feeling all mad and bad and angry and like it rose up inside him and kept him moving, kept him from settling in all cozy and snuggly and being okay sitting still.
So he stomped away to go make sure there was nothing dangerous close by that could hurt Momma again or kill her or nothin’. No fire to make her skin all crispy again, nobody to make her a hurting burnified pile of dying flesh and wheezing lungs and raw crispified Momness again, nothin’ dangerous closeby at all. And when he’d done that and found nothin’ and nobody, he found rocks to kick around instead, and bugs to stomp on, and definitely not people to talk to, ‘cause people were the worst thing ever.
He stomped in some water too, ‘cause it made big splashes and that was fun. Chased a frog and tried to smash it to look at its guts, but it was a sneaky ol’ hopper and jumped into the water before he could crush it between his little hooves like the bugs and make it go splat. Well played, hopper. You keep your secrets for now.
A butterfly landed on his nose, and he tossed his head, trying to shake it off. What the hell? He was a boy, boys didn’t prance around with butterflies on their noses! Get off! But it clung on with its weird, clingy little too-many legs, even as he snorted and shook his head.
“Hey! Quit that!” he growled, huffing and rubbing his face on his leg. The butterfly just moved to his leg though with a dainty little flutter, and beamed up at him with cheery weird bug eyes, its annoyingly pretty wings opening and closing slowly like it was taunting him that it could fly and his wings were still stubby baby chicken wings. The jerk. He snapped his teeth at it, and the butterfly finally fluttered away. But slow and sassy-like, not scared at all. So fucking rude.
A bird up in the tree above him laughed its annoying, chittery chirpy twerpy laugh at him, and he glowered up at the stupid thing. “You didn’t see nothin’, so don’t say nothin’,” he commanded, brow furrowed as he scowled up at the dumb blue thing with its dumb blue wings that actually flew. Whatever. So it had grown up feathers. So fuckin’ what? Didn’t mean it was better than him. Defy scowled harder and then snorted at the dumb bird and ran off to go jump in a mud puddle or find a stick to hit things with.
Definitely a stick. That stick, it was perfect for hitting things. He snatched it up with his teeth and tossed his head, whacking it against a nearby rock just to listen to the sound and to feel the way it vibrated through his skull. Oooh that was nice. He did it again, and his grumpy frown got distracted enough to edge toward a grin, his tiny wings splaying out and wriggling a little with delight.
The third time, the stick broke, so he shrugged and dropped it and gave a sassy little buck, then took off running just for the sake of it, ‘cause the way his hooves hit the ground and his muscles worked and his breath came harder and his heart started beating faster felt good. Fine, if everything else was gonna be stupid, he had better things to do, like tear shit up and race around and feel his body light up testing its limits. And if he wreaked a little havoc in the meantime, good.
He didn’t need nobody to entertain him anyhow.
Pretty much anytime Daddy was gone, he was mad most of the time. Had a hard time being nice and not biting people or kicking or stomping off in a huff, but he was supposed to like, protect Momma and shit. Which yeah okay was super important when Daddy wasn’t home ‘cause who else was gonna keep her safe? He’d been born to the pretty obvious evidence that she needed protecting, so. He did that, he kept her safe, but he could keep her safe and be mad at the same time. So. Fuck off.
Whatever, but anyhow. When he got extra mad at everything, which was honestly a lot, then he just...like shoved all that mad into doing his job, keeping Momma safe. From bad people who wanted to hurt her, or from like scary lions and shit? Sure. Yeah. Both. All of that. He was not in a cuddlesome mood, ‘cause Daddy had been gone for days, and everybody new was getting in his way. He was s’posed to be protecting her, but they kept like. Stealing his time with her, and it was mean and stupid and he hated everythinnnng. And everyone. New people were the worst, and it should be just him and Momma and Daddy.
So anyhow, he was mad, and stompy, and didn’t wanna cuddle with Momma even though they were by themselves finally, ‘cause sitting still was hard when he was feeling all mad and bad and angry and like it rose up inside him and kept him moving, kept him from settling in all cozy and snuggly and being okay sitting still.
So he stomped away to go make sure there was nothing dangerous close by that could hurt Momma again or kill her or nothin’. No fire to make her skin all crispy again, nobody to make her a hurting burnified pile of dying flesh and wheezing lungs and raw crispified Momness again, nothin’ dangerous closeby at all. And when he’d done that and found nothin’ and nobody, he found rocks to kick around instead, and bugs to stomp on, and definitely not people to talk to, ‘cause people were the worst thing ever.
He stomped in some water too, ‘cause it made big splashes and that was fun. Chased a frog and tried to smash it to look at its guts, but it was a sneaky ol’ hopper and jumped into the water before he could crush it between his little hooves like the bugs and make it go splat. Well played, hopper. You keep your secrets for now.
A butterfly landed on his nose, and he tossed his head, trying to shake it off. What the hell? He was a boy, boys didn’t prance around with butterflies on their noses! Get off! But it clung on with its weird, clingy little too-many legs, even as he snorted and shook his head.
“Hey! Quit that!” he growled, huffing and rubbing his face on his leg. The butterfly just moved to his leg though with a dainty little flutter, and beamed up at him with cheery weird bug eyes, its annoyingly pretty wings opening and closing slowly like it was taunting him that it could fly and his wings were still stubby baby chicken wings. The jerk. He snapped his teeth at it, and the butterfly finally fluttered away. But slow and sassy-like, not scared at all. So fucking rude.
A bird up in the tree above him laughed its annoying, chittery chirpy twerpy laugh at him, and he glowered up at the stupid thing. “You didn’t see nothin’, so don’t say nothin’,” he commanded, brow furrowed as he scowled up at the dumb blue thing with its dumb blue wings that actually flew. Whatever. So it had grown up feathers. So fuckin’ what? Didn’t mean it was better than him. Defy scowled harder and then snorted at the dumb bird and ran off to go jump in a mud puddle or find a stick to hit things with.
Definitely a stick. That stick, it was perfect for hitting things. He snatched it up with his teeth and tossed his head, whacking it against a nearby rock just to listen to the sound and to feel the way it vibrated through his skull. Oooh that was nice. He did it again, and his grumpy frown got distracted enough to edge toward a grin, his tiny wings splaying out and wriggling a little with delight.
The third time, the stick broke, so he shrugged and dropped it and gave a sassy little buck, then took off running just for the sake of it, ‘cause the way his hooves hit the ground and his muscles worked and his breath came harder and his heart started beating faster felt good. Fine, if everything else was gonna be stupid, he had better things to do, like tear shit up and race around and feel his body light up testing its limits. And if he wreaked a little havoc in the meantime, good.
He didn’t need nobody to entertain him anyhow.
