Post by Kaili on Sept 7, 2015 14:25:10 GMT
Comfort food has taken to new heights in this era.
Maybe, in hindsight, it isn’t all that weird that he has not tasted the era’s new bullshit to its completeness. After all, he had only been around for three weeks, maybe a month, and the god had not consumed anything in what would be a week. Endless wanderings from New York’s harbor to the battleground which he has risen has led him into some of the most backwater places known to man. He has seen inbreeding at its finest, the same people as rednecks with shotguns, and decades worth of nostalgia of eras he does and doesn’t know. He wasn’t always the fondest of cracking open the cans but he had nothing to do except search.
On a highway, in the middle of nowhere close to a town he had barely considered except for the stench of wolves, Arion had been caught. Surprisingly, it is the first time that anyone has made a move at a stray horse dragging itself along the road. He knows people have seen but near the mother’s den even his flesh has caught attention.
Or it just took a small town with nothing to do to make the difference.
Pulling the car by the side of the road, she spots the equine of a grullo coat as he pauses his efforts. His body has thinned down to a level that, although not completely awful, is something he would be ashamed of. The long mane has begun to matt with weeds from the Carolina coasts to Maryland's problems. Despite the problems of mud and grass, there is a beauty not to be mistakened in the horse. No matter what covers him, pristine eyes of a blue glare unsurely at her as the dame leaves the car.
She’s what every superhero should be. Her steed is a pickup pulling a bucket of bolts she has wiggled out of one of the locals to hall the roadside beast. Aviator glasses shine at him with the glare of the sun in a tank top and ripped jean shorts. The horse snorts once and unsurely raises its neck. He prepares to give a show. Bellowing out once, he decides that is a fair warning for the lady whose style he can most certainly appreciate.
Albeit Arion gives a buck, it is Billy’s simplistic move that settles his soul.
Offering him- of all things- chicken nuggets, the horse is drawn in both out of curiosity and hunger. When the halter grabs his neck and she is shoving it onto his face, Arion attempts to backup before lunging with his teeth.
Without much hassle even with his attitude, she lets him fret before dragging him into the trailer. When he protests, rearing on his back legs once, all she does is throw apples and the rest of the chicken into the trailer and smacks his ass when he sneaks in far enough where she can close the door. Tying him up and with a protest from the trailer, they start off down the road.
There is movement without his own feet going. Nervously, whites of his eyes showing, the animal looks out the window at the landscape beginning to drip by. Panic is beginning to eat away at his system as he realizes that he has never been in a car. Neighing once, he kicks at the door before eating what he can reach in an attempt to calm his nerves.
Nerves always seem to get the better of Arion.
Kicking again, he realizes that even if he escapes he expects there will be some damage to his form and already igniting a feud between a supernatural entity without even a purpose would be foolish. His breathing has become labored and clinging to his sanity by a thread, he sticks his muzzle to the door and the horse begins to talk in a thick Greek dialect.
”It’s- It’s a bit cramped in here!”
Claustrophobia has developed as he feels if leans too much one way his side touches the walls of the contraption. The back of the door is too close to his feet and, as he jostles around, it suddenly feels too tight. In a moment of fear as he struggles not to trigger into something truly problematic, Arion shifts into a man. Struggling gracelessly, as he slings the halter off before pressing his back nervously to the end of the trailer and clutching the rope which had once held him for dear life.
Shamefully-
There is terror in a god’s eyes.
Maybe, in hindsight, it isn’t all that weird that he has not tasted the era’s new bullshit to its completeness. After all, he had only been around for three weeks, maybe a month, and the god had not consumed anything in what would be a week. Endless wanderings from New York’s harbor to the battleground which he has risen has led him into some of the most backwater places known to man. He has seen inbreeding at its finest, the same people as rednecks with shotguns, and decades worth of nostalgia of eras he does and doesn’t know. He wasn’t always the fondest of cracking open the cans but he had nothing to do except search.
On a highway, in the middle of nowhere close to a town he had barely considered except for the stench of wolves, Arion had been caught. Surprisingly, it is the first time that anyone has made a move at a stray horse dragging itself along the road. He knows people have seen but near the mother’s den even his flesh has caught attention.
Or it just took a small town with nothing to do to make the difference.
Pulling the car by the side of the road, she spots the equine of a grullo coat as he pauses his efforts. His body has thinned down to a level that, although not completely awful, is something he would be ashamed of. The long mane has begun to matt with weeds from the Carolina coasts to Maryland's problems. Despite the problems of mud and grass, there is a beauty not to be mistakened in the horse. No matter what covers him, pristine eyes of a blue glare unsurely at her as the dame leaves the car.
She’s what every superhero should be. Her steed is a pickup pulling a bucket of bolts she has wiggled out of one of the locals to hall the roadside beast. Aviator glasses shine at him with the glare of the sun in a tank top and ripped jean shorts. The horse snorts once and unsurely raises its neck. He prepares to give a show. Bellowing out once, he decides that is a fair warning for the lady whose style he can most certainly appreciate.
Albeit Arion gives a buck, it is Billy’s simplistic move that settles his soul.
Offering him- of all things- chicken nuggets, the horse is drawn in both out of curiosity and hunger. When the halter grabs his neck and she is shoving it onto his face, Arion attempts to backup before lunging with his teeth.
Without much hassle even with his attitude, she lets him fret before dragging him into the trailer. When he protests, rearing on his back legs once, all she does is throw apples and the rest of the chicken into the trailer and smacks his ass when he sneaks in far enough where she can close the door. Tying him up and with a protest from the trailer, they start off down the road.
There is movement without his own feet going. Nervously, whites of his eyes showing, the animal looks out the window at the landscape beginning to drip by. Panic is beginning to eat away at his system as he realizes that he has never been in a car. Neighing once, he kicks at the door before eating what he can reach in an attempt to calm his nerves.
Nerves always seem to get the better of Arion.
Kicking again, he realizes that even if he escapes he expects there will be some damage to his form and already igniting a feud between a supernatural entity without even a purpose would be foolish. His breathing has become labored and clinging to his sanity by a thread, he sticks his muzzle to the door and the horse begins to talk in a thick Greek dialect.
”It’s- It’s a bit cramped in here!”
Claustrophobia has developed as he feels if leans too much one way his side touches the walls of the contraption. The back of the door is too close to his feet and, as he jostles around, it suddenly feels too tight. In a moment of fear as he struggles not to trigger into something truly problematic, Arion shifts into a man. Struggling gracelessly, as he slings the halter off before pressing his back nervously to the end of the trailer and clutching the rope which had once held him for dear life.
Shamefully-
There is terror in a god’s eyes.
