PINEAPPLES ARE IN MY HEAD
El Toro fidgeted as more horses arrived, mostly silent and watching and waiting, his spine shivered as the heat warmed his chilled flesh. They seemed predatory, these two, the brown stallion and the black mare, scarred and fearsome, taut strings that made his muscles itch. Worthy opponents, had he been in any other state. His lip curled as the mare hissed at the dark stallion who’d insulted the golden being, but Toro looked away from her, gaze focused just beyond the sunlit stallion. Toro could not seem to look upon him directly.
He flicked his ears as the stallion spoke again, deriding the dark one. Toro’s eyes widened as the snow around the black and white stallion melted into steam. Perhaps it was the lack of mortality he sensed, but then, there must be magic among mortals. He’d seen it in passing, on the streets of Solterra during his few visits.
Toro listened closely as the stallion spoke, a thin whisper of air entering and exiting his lungs as he breathed.
A hunt?
He wasn’t in any condition for this. Toro’s opal eyes slid across the other equines again, this time noticing Eik, just out of reach for acknowledgement. There were the two that stood out like beasts among the crowd. Worthy opponents on another day, that’s what he’d thought, but, no, a hunt sounded great.
”What kind of beasts?” He did his best to make his voice sound strong; if he inhaled too much he’d have a coughing fit. There was just enough air in him to sound hale, he thought.
Pork Soda
"What I say,"
What I think,
