devastate them deliberately; phae ponies

[Morgayne]

Morgayne

Coming home again, Pangea’s pink princess (self-nominated, deal with it) canters across the edge of a dusty plateau. Below, far below for a little girl like her, the canyons and rivers cut through the earth until heat mirages blur them with the distant horizon. There is a sea out there somewhere but it is not in the place where the sky meets the rippling edge of the land. A trick on the eyes that is, a confusion of the mind.

Long black legs, lightened by the dust that clings to them cease their mincing feminine steps. Bi-colored eyes, both azure and deep pink narrow and she looks ever the edge to scan the earth below. Where… are… the… twins…? Not down there, but that had been unlikely. Maybe slithering about a canyon or stinking up a cave like their cave-dad. Morgayne is lonely for a bit of parenting, at least in the form that she accepts. The brothers she has for father and mother, not respectively, jointly.

Tipping her black face up Morgayne bares her fangs and bawls for them, the obnoxious bleat of an infant though she must be nearly a yearling now however dainty she remains. They will come, or someone will. The bubblegum girl lays down on the ledge letting her forelegs dangle over the edge so that she can stare down at the handful of ants far below. There is the queen. There is the squidface. There and there are someone’s ugly kids. Maybe she’ll spit on someone.

when they finally come, what'll you do to them
gonna decimate them like you did to me?
will you leave them stunned and stuttering

@[phaetra]

[crybaby]

CRYBABY

so we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight

The twins spend most of their time twining around each other in Pangea. Father is busy with his kingdom duties, leaving the boys to watch the borders and mind their business. Of course, when they are wandering the borders, they are playing some silly game where they meet in the middle and hardly paying any mind to those that may be uninvited. Litotes knows they are poor sentries, and Cry and Hatchet know that Litotes knows, but still they play their game of parental cat and mouse: their father shooing them into duties he knows at his core they will never live up to, and they boys dodging into their nest of willful ignorance.

“Can you fuckin’ hurry up?” Hatchetface snaps, cold yellow eyes demanding Crybaby to pick up his meandering pace. “You look like you’re on cloud nine. Why do you get so caught up in your head, anyway?” Cry’s only response is a severely withering look. If the two were children, the buckskin may have shivered beneath such rebuttal, but now he only writhes in anger. “I bet you wish that worked on me still.” His perlino brother merely rolls his eyes.

The two continue to pad along, Crybaby occasionally shoving his brother dangerously close to a cliff’s edge. Hatchet will merely sneer and threaten to call Cora over, to which his brother will roll his eyes again and say something snarky to his companion snake. They remain like that for a while, irritating the hell out of each other with no plans to ever separate. Their strange chattering indicates agitation, though only two can understand their made up language. Well, the boys and their adopted daughter, who is too smart for her own good and understands most of what they do.

“Look, there’s Morgayne,” Cry finally mumbles, jerking his head in the bubblegum girl’s direction. “Do you wanna go push her off?” All fury dissolves in their mutual amusement, and the two trot decisively in the direction of their child. “Where have you been, idiot? We probably missed you.” The boys take turns lightly kicking at her side.

@[Morgayne] sorry this turned into gibberish D:

[Morgayne]

”Hey jerks.”
Morgayne makes no move at all to get up from her place on the cliff. She just adjusts a little as they kick at her and stripe her with more dust. Her greeting itself was only a strange fond hello and not an exclamation protesting the way her parent-brothers pick on her. She directs her attention back to the scene below along the river. “In Loess with Malone and on the Mountain. A fairy turned me smaller than Erio.” She doesn’t care if they believe her. She grew back and it doesn’t matter now. Plus only Malone and those two kids had seen her.

“What have you guys been doing? Do you think if I fell off this cliff I would be fine?” She would probably be fine, especially if she fell in the river, and she’s gotten so good at fixing herself.  It’s easier than fixing other people most of the time. Except Malone he would be the easiest to put back together, she has him memorized.

She springs up to her feet right there on the edge and spins back to the twins. “Should we try? It will probably scare everyone down there.” She throws this second thing in thinking it might just convince them to let her do it, and her eyes are glittering as she flicks them between each of her light colored parents.

sometimes i wish
we could be strangers

Morgayne