Can you please turn yourself down?
Ritalin kids doing cocaine wipe outs.
Mares.
Always so damned aggravating. Always looking to fight, to fuck, to prove something. They always want tobe stronger, faster, meaner. Phynn gives very little attention to the growing pandemic of these mares. They squawk and cry and bitch about everything, anything. Perhaps this in why Phynn is here...to make them recognize where they belong.
Now let's remember to set the scene. The large black stallion is glinting under the sun, the white of the snowfall and ice having hurt his yellow eyes and suddenly a rather loudly pin-pricked hussy just saunters right up and says that HE is in HER way.
Fuck that sideways with a big ole bag of dicks.
A slice of yellow slivers from the dark socket to look over this large beauty with the least amount of effort. It seems as though time is halted till he finally swings the large skull to look at her from his height. She is mouthy, angry, and pretty sexy but nope. Sorry toots, not today. "Go around." The two words rumble from the depths like the sound of tires over gravel, slowly crushing and grinding against one another.
He didn't have time to play with silly mares and their awkward little ways to get his attention. Long gone are the foalhood days of attraction. If the lady was looking to find a way under him, well that could certainly happen but as for anything else? Nah. Move along woman. Go use your desperation with another.
P H Y N N
@[Hound]
gave up and started new thread lol