cruelranch

The March air still brought a chill the morning that Alymere made his way inside the building. He had to step over a mountain of snow that had half melted into an icy mess of dirt and ice chunks, doing his best to avoid getting any of the dirt on his legs and hooves. Winter was technically over, but in Maine, the snow would remain like a pesky pimple. Alymere had moved out of his previous house a long time ago at this point, and at times he did miss the heated driveway that melted all of the snow, making plowing irrelevant. Though, he did not miss when the heated driveway was turned off too soon, leaving the melted snow to turn to ice. Many mornings he found himself skating across the driveway to get to his destination.  At times it was pretty useful, other times, he fell on his bottom and had to limp to the grocery store for that jar of mayonnaise. As he entered the building, he felt he was skating all over again. The ice on the ground was barely visible in the overcast sky. He

Characters: LWB, Mateo, Envy, Goldy + Michael, Eve, Oz, Uffa,  The collective marched forward, over puddles of green and yellow. The light source flickered, not due to an electrical issue, but by the movement above. Turf War participants leapt from cliff side to cliff side, momentarily obscuring the light bulbs above. As a result of these momentary blocks, the puddles hue flickered due to this inconsistent light source. illuminating the liquid into a radioactive red and blue.  Six feet skipped and hopped, sometimes avoiding puddles while other times targeting them. Splashing and splattering their surroundings and themselves. This matter was trivial to the three. Many matters were of no matter at all. Not physical, not mental, and- well…. Maybe spiritual. The jury was out on that one.  One of the heads among the group turned at the sound of scurrying, of a rushed hiding spot. Another heard the barely muffled breathing of someone trying desperately to hide their location, but it was