Goo-Lion

The pain ran through Morbid’s leg like fire ants under his skin, the tearing feeling bubbling up from him. This is exactly why he didn’t want to do this, it’s too much risk for just two males and huge herd. The crimson life force dripping from his leg as he recoils, shaking his head for a moment as he retaliates, biting into the air. This match up isn’t good, it’s only a matter of time before it comes to bite him in the rump once again. The skull faced stallion watched the toned body of the aging superior stallion in this match up with bated breath, watching his moves as he sees an opening to back off, trying to at least buy enough time for his ill mannered friend who suggested this awful idea. With what little damage I did versus the damage done, there’s no way i’m winning this. Backing off might help.. At least temporarily.. The stallions thoughts rammed into each other one by one with the force of a stampede, Between his leg dripping blood, the pain that follows, the stature of

"Kashe, I want to hear about the cake..." Zhaya mutters softly, but at a nudge from Kashe, perks back up. "Do you want to share more about your adoption?" Kashe steps in with a toothy, cocky grin. "Or, maybe somethin' about where you'd like to travel. Or, aw hell, maybe both if you'd like? We've got time! It's up to you!" The glacier furred rixixi titled her head, bringing a claw to her chin as she thinks for a moment, nodding with a gentle smile. “Sure, I can answer both. The cake is actually funny, my adoptive parents thought it’d be a great idea to import cupcakes from earth, ya know, with spacecrafts and technology advancing as they have so far. They ended up mis-entering information, I guess, and I got like.. A vanilla, chocolate marbled cake instead of chocolate and vanilla cupcakes. They were beautiful looking, covered in this iridescent coating where if you angled it properly it changed colors. Had little flowers on it in yellow icing as well. I think the like.. Cake itself

The day had arrived, the big gathering that ends up with all the big leaders of Sxriix had finally touched down once again. The crowd this time was huge, beings from all over the planet attending this once in a while ordeal. The gathering finally starting to take place in Auzealia’s home town, around a week into the event starting. If not for the push from her parents- or what could be considered parents in her case, she wouldn't be attending. Auz pushed through the crowd, murmurs spreading like wildfire as this lone ixi has to attend by herself, much like a lonely college orientation. Her rather average height doing her no favors amongst the taller crowd, while also hindering other’s that just so happened to be smaller than the awkward, purple hued lass. “Sorry.. Sorry.” Auz muttered quietly as she pushed through the group, wanting to be near he front to not lose her focus, yawning when she finds her section to stand at that’s a comfortable distance. One of her paws came up from

Bee trudged along, one foot in front of the other as she did so, walking around late fall within the Silverglade. This is rather common territory, for some little witch that uses magic to walk down. Normally having a little girlfriend, girlfriends, or a boy toy strolling through at her side, the tall blonde and curvy woman continued on with a bag at her side. A gentle breeze rolling in, disturbing the leaves as her scuffed up combat boots dug into the dry dirt with every step, humming along the way as she dug through her handmade satchel. Her hair bouncing and ever flowing in the sunlight of the evening, not having her hat on but instead tied around her neck with the sizing straps provided with it. Her hands dug and dug through her bag, looking for her notebook with her ingredients that she needed, listening to the leaves fall, paying it relatively no mind until she felt something land in her hair. It’s just a leaf. No big deal. The leave continued to fall as she’s hit in the face

The two lovebirds of Velukaelo, Tali and Bee caught wind of a festival near town. Or at least somewhat near. It took around 2 weeks of travel and prep with the full polycule in tow, but now at the festival grounds is where the fun begins. It’s different than that of the color festival that had the circus performing, no- it’s much different. There’s streamers and delights to dig into, confetti and.. People and beings of all different types and sources. Humanoid beings that look unlike anything residing in Velukaelo walking by, other humanoid creatures in varied sizes adorned with fins all over as well as some interesting bipedal friends to meet. Things are new, and ever changing. Tali managed to snag some cotton candy from a vendor, seeing as how this place is surely on the rise for popularity, Bee adorned in some dazzling pride based face paint, painted across her eyes and muzzle in the pansexual flag and streaks of color tinting the back of her fur, her nails painted to match. “Are

The evening was quickly crawling into night, the sun dipping behind the horizon as it paints the fields of Fallon orange and yellow, the sun shining warmly on the three stallion’s fur. A breeze rolled through, disturbing the manes of the stallions looking one another in the eye as the tension rises. The blood feeling like it could curdle or boil under Morbid’s skin, crawling with adrenaline as his fierce blue eyes remain locked on the stallion. The smaller stallion, the bachelor boy that Morbid had the pleasure of meeting moments before who had egged him on to end up facing off with a stallion who might know his strength, paced along the side, not willing to get involved in the actual fight that is soon to break out as the waters of tension starting to ripple between the three of them. The opposite stallion’s strides were long, stretched and rather lax, Morbid walking to him to meet in the middle at some point. An old fashioned duel, as he was taught he could do by the roughness of

The little feisty foal before Tiberius exhaled forcefully, her sides expelling all the air within her lungs, her mischievous grin turning to an expression more written with malice. Though, not severe enough to warrant Tiberius not talking to the little girl. “They weren’t smart, they didn’t trust me; didn’t listen when they should’ve. Now, they’re gone.” The filly said frankly, as if unbothered, though clearly it ate at the muscles that moved beneath her skin. A tough burden to bear for a girl so young. Her eyes trailed off into the distance as her expression mellows out, drifting into neutral territory, coming to terms all the same with information that doesn’t yet seem quite new, just forgotten but ever present. Her ears that were pinned starting to relax and shift to listen to the sound of the woods around them start to stir again, gaining her same flare and shine to her dazzling little coffee brown eyes. “That’s why it’s good that you did listen to me! We don’t need losers