05-23-2015, 10:40 PM
{i'm a reckless mistake}
{i'm a cold night's intake}
{i'm a one night too long}
{i'm a come on too strong}
{i'm a cold night's intake}
{i'm a one night too long}
{i'm a come on too strong}
"I don't need your help, I just felt like you needed a bath."
{{X}}Her words were cruel and dark, laced with the venom that she spat towards the new mare. Voudou hadn't asked for help and she never would. Frankly, the raven colored mare would rather sit in that mud hole for a week than accept help or admit she was even stuck in the first place. That new mare had a strange face, one side entirely made up of a single, giant scar, and whatever had happened had taken the mare's eye with it. But as much as she wanted to hate Fiasko right now, Voudou aimed at Jason once more. The hell if she needed his sarcasm right now, and as the stallion spoke a growl grew in the depths of Voudou's throat.
{{X}}At that precise moment, Voudou wanted only to beat the shit out of Jason; the mare wanted to sink her teeth into his oh so pretty blue pelt and draw blood, and leave bruises and scars in her wake. And at that moment, Voudou forgot just how stuck she was and attempted to spin and lunge at him. With a leg still stuck behind her, she ended up sliding to a fall, her large figure splatting down into the mud. She groaned and gave up, satisfied then just to stand back up and look away from them both. Her newly cleaned coat was now caked in mud from her shoulder down, and her leg was buried up to her hock, now dragging her remaining 3 legs a little deeper into the mud.
{{X}}"Jason I don't care what you say, I'm not staying here. I'm not sure why I came in the first place, I don't need a home, and I definitely don't need friends. You and miss whatsername here can go, I'll just trot my little butt back over to the field where someone else can stare at it. It's all I'm good for anyway, posing so the men can look at me. I mess everything else up, apparently I can't even pull myself out of the goddamned lake." Initially, her words were sharp and harsh, but as she spoke they crawled closer and closer to borderline sadness. By the time she was done, Voudou's voice was on the verge of quivering, and she was furiously blinking back salty tears, refusing to let them see her cry. What was truly sad was that in some way she deeply believed what she had said, and it hurt her to the core to realize that Jason had really just taken all that she had; her power over men. What was she if she couldn't even get a man to respond to her flirting? Not much.
{{X}}Just an angry mare with an attitude problem and not a friend in the world.
{{X}}Her words were cruel and dark, laced with the venom that she spat towards the new mare. Voudou hadn't asked for help and she never would. Frankly, the raven colored mare would rather sit in that mud hole for a week than accept help or admit she was even stuck in the first place. That new mare had a strange face, one side entirely made up of a single, giant scar, and whatever had happened had taken the mare's eye with it. But as much as she wanted to hate Fiasko right now, Voudou aimed at Jason once more. The hell if she needed his sarcasm right now, and as the stallion spoke a growl grew in the depths of Voudou's throat.
{{X}}At that precise moment, Voudou wanted only to beat the shit out of Jason; the mare wanted to sink her teeth into his oh so pretty blue pelt and draw blood, and leave bruises and scars in her wake. And at that moment, Voudou forgot just how stuck she was and attempted to spin and lunge at him. With a leg still stuck behind her, she ended up sliding to a fall, her large figure splatting down into the mud. She groaned and gave up, satisfied then just to stand back up and look away from them both. Her newly cleaned coat was now caked in mud from her shoulder down, and her leg was buried up to her hock, now dragging her remaining 3 legs a little deeper into the mud.
{{X}}"Jason I don't care what you say, I'm not staying here. I'm not sure why I came in the first place, I don't need a home, and I definitely don't need friends. You and miss whatsername here can go, I'll just trot my little butt back over to the field where someone else can stare at it. It's all I'm good for anyway, posing so the men can look at me. I mess everything else up, apparently I can't even pull myself out of the goddamned lake." Initially, her words were sharp and harsh, but as she spoke they crawled closer and closer to borderline sadness. By the time she was done, Voudou's voice was on the verge of quivering, and she was furiously blinking back salty tears, refusing to let them see her cry. What was truly sad was that in some way she deeply believed what she had said, and it hurt her to the core to realize that Jason had really just taken all that she had; her power over men. What was she if she couldn't even get a man to respond to her flirting? Not much.
{{X}}Just an angry mare with an attitude problem and not a friend in the world.