They remind me of my misspent youth. Wrestling crocs on the Yarra River.
[He's bruise free today at least, though in pinker form there are still some clinging to his ribcage from his days as a fox. But there's no black on his blue right now. He whickers softly, lip curling against his teeth in what might be a pony smirk.]
♡ ponies ponies ponies
[He's bruise free today at least, though in pinker form there are still some clinging to his ribcage from his days as a fox. But there's no black on his blue right now. He whickers softly, lip curling against his teeth in what might be a pony smirk.]
Back in Horsetralia.