we're the girls Le Disko. {LeJea/Open}

[Spoothead ♥]

we're gonna dance on fire

What the hell is with these alliances?
It seemed that, as a dark, she was condemned to a life of suffering, hatred, pain, and sorrow. And dodging torn off limbs and dead bodies. Probably because the other frou-frou lights assumed "they could handle it", while THEIR asses got the best goddamn picks of territory. They never had to cover miles for just one meal, it was always all around them, and what did the darks get? Fucking sand. Maybe it was a power trip for them. Maybe it pleased them to think that they had more than the ones they deemed "dark." If you're crazy, you're dark. If you've ever killed a person, you're dark. If you're a bitch to someone, oh, she's just a stupid dark with no self-respect, it's okay to treat her like shit. No. Her alliance was never GIVEN the chance to be powerful, or to be at peace with the others. Some days it just seemed like they wouldn't have it.

So to hell with going through that god damn desert and having to see god damn skeletons of other people and having the god damn sun mock her. She was a woman and she could do whatever the hell she pleased and GO wherever the hell she pleased. So there.

Today had not been a very good day. It started out right, but after starting on her little journey, Papillon began to become very irritated. Mountains. Lakes. Valleys. Canyons. In ONE fucking place. What the hell? It seems Mother Nature was having a bipolar day when she sculpted this region of land. Oh, AND the fucking desert. God damn desert. Sand, sand, sand. When she began to feel the hot air blowing towards her, Lil turned around which pissed her off even more. To quell her temper before it came raging out, she decided to take a shortcut through "better" territories. Well, THAT didn't work. Gurgh.

Moving quietly and quickly, in a pacey trot, the trakehner went towards what she heard first: the sound of the streams. If nothing else, the brooks would cool her down enough for conversation if someone decided to show up. Flicking her ears around constantly as she moved, Papillon surveyed her surroundings carefully. Rocky cliff side on her left. Dense forest to her right. Streams traveling down the cliff and around her directly ahead. Fucking desert behind her. All that was left was the long strait that she was following. Perfect.

It did not take long to get to her destination. With her willowy legs moving fast (anger did that to you, you know) Papillon neared the largest stream, as least big enough for her to lay in half-comfortably. "Have to go to neutral land to get nourishment... ridiculous..." she grumbled half-heartedly, pawing at the gravel of the brook slowly. Slowly, she lowered herself, placing her muzzle to the water. Aahh. Grunting with the effort, Lil wallowed on her side lazily. So this is how those little lights lived. Well, of course she'd KNOW, her mother was light and she stayed until she was two. But she was still treated as poorly as she is today, so it didn't make much of a difference.

Papillon stayed that way for a few minutes, her forelegs stretched out and cocked up on her side, enjoying the slow flow of the cool against her body. Very nice. Maybe she'd have to pick herself up a little neutral stallion so she could live somewhere like this without having to worry when she was going to have her next drink. She knew she'd have to get up eventually, but it felt so. good. Whoever wanted in or to talk could wait. So there.

ooc
muse gooood...
words 613
inspiration le disko - shiny toy guns
notes WOOOO THE GIRLS LE DISKO ARE ON THE MOVE!
status? LeJea/open... I think?

[` LEJEA]

we're the dreams you're believing

The pebbles clattered softly beneath her hooves as she picked her way daintily to the edge of the water, ears set at a wary angle as she lowered her head to sniff cautiously at the stream. Who knows, maybe those little herd mares poisoned it when they saw her headed for it. Pissing downstream would be enough to cause her a stomach ache, as her older brothers had proven many times. She'd never make that mistake again, rest assured. But the water smelled clean, and it looked clean, and it flowed easily enough.. Maybe just a taste?

But no! What if it was a new type of treachery? She'd never even know until it was too late! Aha, but she was too smart for them, those wily herd mares! She knew all the tricks and shortcuts. She'd invented many of them herself, you see. She herself was a trickster, a cruel jester at her best. She would not fall for it! After all, she'd only have to wait for someone else to stumble along and drink it, proving if it was safe or not. Brilliant!

She flung herself upward with joy at her idea, turning on her hind-legs when she touched back to ground. But, WAIT. She froze, muscles tensing beneath her silver hide. She turned her head slightly, wide eyes almost panicked looking as she flicked them along the length of the stream and back to her fore. If she hid, whoever came along would have the perfect opportunity to sabotage the stream! Noooo. That could not happen, could not happen, could not happen. She was just sooo thirsty, you see? And it had taken her hours this morning just to find this stupid valley. Today would be the last day she took directions from a magpie.

But, to handle this issue at present. Hmm.. This was an interesting predicament, you see? She'd almost always been caught in some issue like this, but never had she had such trouble finding a solution. I mean, when you were virtually unafraid of the consequences, you tried desperate things for simple results. Then again, Nicotine Tour just loved to make everything a challenge. She grinned even now, turning herself back to glare at the stream despite her happiness.

"Well, you're just a trouble-making, aren't you? Do you think if I go in those bushes that you could.. you know.. warn me if anyone is co- WHOA!" Her sentence cut short with the loud exclamation, momentary terror flashing throughout her entire being as she bounced back a few yards to the lining of the trees. And then her terror turned to disgruntlement as she watched the dark filly/mare moving toward her stream. Uuuugh, stupid herd mares and their stupid wanting to take every stupid thing that stupid Nico- Heeeeey.. Solution found!

Nicotine Tour froze, hoping for the hell of her that the mare/filly hadn't heard or seen or smelled or sensed or.. hell, that was useless. Nic unfroze, clattering her way just a bit closer, no longer trying for stealth. She paused by the edge of the stream, cocking her head to the side and locking her innocent-looking eyes on the bay as she lowered herself to the water. "Feel the poison setting in yet? Feel it seeping through your pours and entering your bloodstream yet? Feel it slowly stopping your heart and shutting down all your organs?" She giggled her soprano giggle, tossing her white forelock in a show of joy. Oooh, these herd mares have killed on of their own, it seemed! And smart Nicotine Tour would live another day! Oh, yes, she wasn't just paranoid for no reason.

So there.

[[ O O C ; ]]
character ; Nicotine Tour.
muse ; <3 pretty good. Odd, but good. Hope you like!
word count ;
song ; Last Friday Night by Katy Perry & Houstatlantavegas by Drake.

[Spoothead ♥]

I HAVE TRIED SO HARD. SO. HARD.
I just can't seem to write anything :c If it's not too much to ask, my love, could you please rewrite your post? Maybe that's the reason why I can't get anything... I sorry ;_;