14 ♐ Are these your horses? Not anymore

[aim_exorable]

Who: Darkleer, some horses, and anyone who goes to visit his backyard
Where: The backyard of the highblood hive
When: Not too long after the petting zoo announcement
Status: Open
Style: Anything you like

Initially, Darkleer had been content to keep his hands completely clean of the petting zoo escape. It had nothing to do with him. Hopefully the whole mess would be cleaned up soon.

And then one of his camerabots spotted the escaped horses and ponies.

So.

Here we are. Him and a couple of horses in his backyard. They totally just wandered in here, he swears! He didn't lead them here. With robots bearing treats. Or anything. Really. He is as innocent as the day he was hatched.

Besides, he'd like something good for once. So anyone wandering past Darkleer's hive or going to check in on him or anything may just realize that there are two equines back there. A rather gorgeous painted horse is content to munch on grass and occasionally be pampered by Darkleer. The other...

Goodness gracious that thing is tiny. Compared to the giant that is Darkleer, it is even tinier. But it is a happy and excited little pony foal, prancing about excitedly. Guess who is head over heels in love with it? It is surely not the grown troll happily playing with it and giving it tentative little head pets.

God he loves horses.

Also, sons, he may or may not have shoved the Chocobos inside the living room so Darkleer the Chocobo would stop bothering Darkleer the troll's new darlings. Dural at least is well behaved and just occasionally perches on the horse's back.

Comments

[420]

[Gamzee laughs, tossing an arm around Tavros' neck.]

Shit, you be the fuckin' bomb, man. Hey, maybe when you be all done over bringing those motherfucker the fuck over here, we can drop some sick beats about it. Light some sick fires if you catch my motherfuckin' draft.

[toreadorkabull]

Haha, yeah!

-=tav sways under gamzee's weight, wrapping an arm around his waist=-

Your draft has caught, and it is carrying me away into the air, where rhymes conveniently happen to be.

[420]

Hehe, goddamn, sound like we gotta get burn our motherfuckin' hooves gettin' all these motherfuckin' ponies all so a brother can enjoy your sick rhymes again.

[toreadorkabull]

It's not like, enjoying rhymes of a particularly incendiary nature, is something not to be done at any time that you might like.

[420]

Fuck, man. That does all sound like a fuckin' inviting to crack the top of a bottle of wicked elixir and all get to gettin' down to workin' up a good slam.

[toreadorkabull]

It is never not the time, for working slams with incredible harshness. At least, that is what I think on that particular subject.

[420]

Fuuuuck, yeah. Come on, bro. Drop some of that fuckin' fine-ass shit on a brother. Get his fuckin' hear ducts all aflaming, you done readin' me here?

[toreadorkabull]

Woah, yeaaah! Let us crank up these rhymes, to levels so so high, that there's no coming down from it, even if you try!

-=it's quite possible he's gotten even worse at this=-

[420]

[It is very likely Gamzee won't even notice.]

Awwww, shit. Fuckin' listen to that motherfuckin' mouth on you, hahaha. Here bro. Lemme fuckin' lay you down a sick-ass beat.

[And then beatboxing clowns?]