no offense but my favorite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful
Satire has been an extremely prolific stallion recently, with his progeny numbering in the actual digits, but for reasons he was never able to ascertain, the mares did not want to hang around and get married and form lasting relationships. It could have been his truly terrible conformation. Or his stories about the days of worshipping sand, or that time he declared himself king and absolutely no one listened. It could have been that his was part of some awful Beqanna-wide dare. It could have been because some people thought he was funny sometimes and wanted someone related to him in their closets – or wait, is that too meta?
We wouldn’t want that, no, not in a horse named ‘Satire’ written entirely in stream-of-consciousness and this lowkey sugar high.
Meta swept aside and under the rug to be swiftly forgotten (much like my first semester in grad school), here is Satire. Satire is black and white (onyx and ivory, if we indulge old roleplay dictionaries). And he is smiling, because this place looks like a great home, led by a rugged, handsome stallion and full of beautiful mares – basically, his favorite things ever.
(Satty is fluid in his sexuality, like the ocean. Also, he’s always wanted to be a housewife.)
He isn’t sure how he got here (mostly because I’m too tired to make up a reason), but he is, in all his queer glory (pun intended). He looks around and whinnies, and it’s really a bit shrill, and someone should stop him.
“Hey!” he says, to no one in particular, “this place is really radical.”
Because apparently Satty talks like a kid out of an 80s movie. Or whatever time period ‘radical’ was in as slang. Friendly reminder this is all stream of consciousness and, much like Donald Trump supporters (and the tiny-hnaded man himself) we don’t do crap like ‘research’ or ‘be factually correct.’
tl;dr: Satire is here!
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