-Abuse You and Use You-

[stitchedskull]

Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.

It really was that smirk that made that bastard so damned handsom. THe constant smirk and shining coal black eye that knewe it knew more than you and always would. The expression that said 'I got the upper hand, and I know it'. The look that stunk of cocky beauty that wasn't going to be waisted. That stallion /knew/ he was gorgeouse, and he /knew/ he had the wits of a fox. Posed with the grace of any creature, he trotted down the sands, showing himself off as a great, pompus billboard for sex, trouble and abuse. But, one can be so when it's true.

Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.

Ivory locks hung from his ebon boa, dancing with his perfected trot, matching white banner high in pride. Forlock hung over one eye, darting to a well perked thorn with a graceful flick of his skull. Glossy hide rolled over the twitsing wires that controlled his movements, rising his slilt and bending each knee. With the grace of a thouroughbred, he darted down the beach, leaping upon a rock that lazed in the shallows of the sea. THere he stopped, standing of four glossy black anchors to view his sites. Mustang and Camargue left him wild and strong, with his bold, somewhat random colors. Together, he was a perfect ratio of speed to strength and looks. The stallion walked to the edge of the rock, where again he stood, head high with his flag, auds erect and intent as his pools studied.

I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.

Alas, he didn't see a creature to bask in his glory, nor a fool to use and taunt. No mares, no stallions. Not even a worthless gull. A heavy, frustrated sigh left his nares as he leaped off the rock. Into the sand mind you, no silly water would ruin his coat. The salt was just /Hell/ on his hair. Beside, he had just washed in the stream. He walked further down the beach, greeted with the same vacancy as before. This time, he decided to wait. Why go looking for a toy, when you can wait for it to come to you? He smirked that same smirk as he found a palm to shelter him. Looking at the sand below him, he dropped to the white sheets of earth, and waited. What creature might come? He hoped for a stallion. Mare's were simply to easy, and they left him with the guilt (very slight, but it was still guilt) of leaving a foal behind. Ah well. It was her stupidity, right? They should know better than to raise their tails to first bastard that rides her. Yes, he hoped a stallion would come, and hurry, too. Hurry to be abused by Pornographic Values.

I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you.

[Crow'sia]

Too bad Mes didn’t know what she was about to encounter; she probably could have saved herself a lot of trouble. Her companion, one she’d of course never met, a brother that was puppeteer by the same sickly god as she, would have been much more suited for this type of situation; too bad he was busy (ahhh, OOCess) She’d returned to the beach only after being blatantly ignored by what she considered another peculiar mare, was no one normal in this forsaken place? Not that she was truly complaining here, navigating throughout the cliffs had proven to be yet again a precarious challenge, one where she found herself precariously hanging over edges- it were like an addiction. So, despite feeding of her own ill pleasures, Mes was relatively idle she didn’t happen to have any goals of late- at least the fires seemed to diminish, she could return to the inner lands soon- nor a single plan of action. Had this been the case, she’d never have encountered the stallion that stood almost frolicking with himself down the beach. Perhaps he was a child.

Or a narcissist. As she came closer, Psychro, who was not one to bat an eye at the most incredible of feats, was nearly blown away by the creature in front of her. Perhaps she was seeing things. This animal in human terms would be equivalent to ‘Sex God’, a take me now no questions asked situation. Thank goodness she weren’t the hormonal type. The mare flicked her tail and turned to the water. It didn’t seem as foreboding as it had when she’d been forced to swim across to save her own life. It was almost laughable. But the wind brushed across her and blew sand up taking the water along for a ride, and its peaceful façade was not so ably mocked, it was down right dangerous. Aw, the simple ecstasy one could achieve from scaring themselves witless!

This time she did not dip a foot in to challenge the power of nature, tempt it to rip her from the shores. The very opposite occurred, and she backed away from the water. In her mind it was freezing, a deep pit where she’d have no return, and become a maiden of ice, in reality a warm current drove through the area, which likely gave the surrounding lands their unnatural tropical appeal; did that mean winter would not grace this territory? Could it be her sanctuary? As if to answer, a cold speck fell from the sky and dotted the sand beside her, dying it a rich brown. Rain? She felt a drop hit her neck, and another slip through her tanned mane. Then, as if in distress, Mes followed the would-be Sex God towards a palm he now lay under. Accursed rain, you mock me so! At the very least, her mind was otherwise silent.

[stitchedskull]

It hadn't been long since part of his wishes were granted. The beast wasn't quite a stallion, but it was a horse. Value decided not to get up and wet his hide, rather see if she might shelter with him. Wonderful thought, eh Porno? Sure it was. Offer her kindness, drown her in adoration. And shere amazement and the ebon stallion. Mare's always dreamed of a knight in shining armour. This, this was a sperpent in shining armour. From the outisde, just as daring and handom and any walking man, beast or bird and then some. With a heart of gold and the looks to raise the dead princesses of long past. But below that armour that hides the venouse spit of a viper, is a vampric monster. A parasite, living of the hurt and sexual pleasures of others. Now, to beging the hunt, the game.

Like a playing beauty, he pretended to hide he knew she existed. Now, it was a tricky skill he has mastered just as much as a gallop. Glancing at her, he waited until she spotted him, then looked away, taking sudden intrest in the rain trickling around him from the fronds. Once he thought she was looking away, he would glance her, repeating his motions of taking intrest in aleaf, a bug, a wave, a rock. Occasionally he would shift his weight, pulling his carved haunches up tighter to his thouroughbred belly. Forestilts were out before him, bent loosely in relaxation. Occasionally he would re-flick his banner back to cover his hind when it slipped dangerously close to the sands.

Once Value hoped his looks of taunt had left a mark, he tipped his head back in a nicker. Just a nicker to get her certain attention.
"Excuse me." He said, rising to his feet, but not leaving the shelter of the palms. Porn's voice was smooth and rich, like Port wine, but perhaps several days old as it had a certain taint to it that was questionable.
"Madam.... you should come out of that rain. There's plenty of room under the palms." He looked up at the fronds to hide a smirk. Yes, that infamouse grin. After he returned his chocolate pools to her, his smile softened. "That is... if you care to join me." The final words reminded him to try to look decent, kind, but at the same time, well... god damn sexy. The slight breeze that tugged his banners only helped him.

(Been so long since I've had this much muse. ^^ Soooo happy I finally created a decent charrie I really like.)

[Crow'sia]

(Aye. Quite true. And I finally have time to post, so he can be put to use. )


Mes wasn’t really paying attention to the narcissist (not that she knew he was a bit like that) as she made her way to the palms, their thick cover would shelter her wonderfully. She felt his eyes land on her a few times in sequence almost like a set, premeditated pattern was unfolding, but she didn’t consider this; for the young mare either he was curious or she was delusional. Each was just as likely. The rain and wind picking up it wasn’t long before the sand became drenched, waves crashing and licking the ground, stretching the ocean’s tongue with all their might. To think if she had been closer, if she had to swim- she’d be washed away. And at about this same time, the Sex God was talking to her; oh she could have just died, keeled over right here and now in the sand!

The animal stood to talk to her, dry from his shroud of fauna and almost mocking her from beneath it, like he were giggling manically inside ‘I’m warm and dry, and you aren’t!’ It was true, even his voice seemed to have something that left a bad taste in the female’s mouth, something she couldn’t place, but oh, that voice. Angels must have fashioned that voice, and it seemed to suit him perfectly. He grinned at her, and still a foreboding sense told her that there was some inexplicable thing wrong here, that he was just off, and still, stronger than this was her feelings of comfort, an unnatural control he know wielded. Madam, what a gentleman! Awake, awake. She was not like this on most occasions, enthralled nor infatuated, as ‘love at first sight’ often is, and yet she felt wrapped in the moment, she would do almost anything to hear that voice again, it was just, fun. She wanted to play.

His smile changed, and it was frightening, from the glimmer of ridicule to the compassionate and welcoming features she now observed. She studied his dark eyes closely, and was not quick to pick anything out she disliked. Hello Mes. She smiled back, water had not yet sunk fully beneath her coat, actually, it had only been a few seconds since the downpour began, funny how much could go on in such a sort time. “I care.” she replied, now moseying beneath the fronds, were they?, as well. No Mes, we want to play too. What was that? She hadn’t even heard the voices-

[stitchedskull]

The stallion was unaware of her slight unnerves to him, but did that matter? Of course not. She joined him under the fronds of the jungle to watch the rain, not splash in it. Lifting his anchors he stepped to the side to give her her space in the dry sands. Now he could view her properly. His vacantly deep chocolate pools traveled over her dark ginger pelt. No breed could be picked out of her specifically. It didn't really matter to him much. She was a pretty thing, with some height on her side. It was time to begin the sweet talking.

"Greeting's, miss. My title would be Pornographic Values." She looked down at shook his head. "I know it's a bit... odd. My parents had a backwards sence of humor... so Values if you'd like." He gave her a smile and shifted his weight to lean against a large palm. "May I be graced with the label on such a fine equine?" His smile turned to a slight grin at the little ryhme. It really was pathetic, but catchy in a way. As his sounds faded into silence he continued watching her carefully. Not wearily, just carefully, to record every movement she made to read her. After all, you can't fight what you don't know. It wasn't long until he felt something. This mare wasn't typical. Weaker or stronger, he was unsure. Little did he know she was not a single horse, but several, all stuffed into one pretty body.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Gah, its been a week. Exams were on and work. I'll have time really soon. Just not right now, its two in the morning and my eyes are burning.

[Crow'sia]

Ungrateful whore you are, ungrateful damn whore. Mes could feel his body heat pressing against her like human hands gently lifting a child and felt a comfort wash over her as though being so close to something so beautiful, or perhaps just another animal, made everything all right. She did not have any real qualms with life but somehow still could feel the pressure of the world, the weight of existence boring into her with the strength of a bear, the intense heat of a thousand suns. Relatively this was the aura the black stallion gave to her, a very powerful and very secure atmosphere. At this moment she had no care nor worry for intention, it did not pass her mind, just being close to another creature of her species was enough, it was a gift from the gods. She would kill to feel that again; and then he spoke.

His voice was still like honey. It still oozed from his lips with what would be a lingering sweet yet thick scent, only here in the form of sound. Just as she would to be around him, Mes would murder to hear that particular sound. She would manipulate, she would cheat, she would make a fool of herself, and she would act all for a single sound pattern to etch into her mind. She didn’t understand her sudden change. She didn’t comprehend why she was thinking like this. Frankly, she didn’t really care. Coming out of her brief haze, the necessity for companionship or acknowledgment of her existence, the mare deciphered what he was saying to her; Sex God had a name, it was Pornographic Values. This struck her as bizarre the way his sudden change of face did, the shift of his atmosphere. It failed to irk her, but she raised her eyes curiously as he explained. Perhaps his parents had more than a twisted sense of humor. He continued.

Values’ eyes were fixated on her still she noticed vaguely, loosing the idea in the catacomb of mind, the formation of his words was not archetypical in a casual sense but nor was the arrangement unknown or dreadfully peculiar to the species. She often found horses of different backgrounds spoke differently, and his words were as natural to him as flight to a bird. They were not forced, but practiced, readied for the moment, just as hello was normal to her. She scoffed, in an almost flirtatious way, at his form and his many grins. “Mesmerize Psychro. I know it’s a bit lengthy, parents were longwinded, so Mes if you like,” she mimicked, a sick feeling crawling into her stomach at the typical reply, at how remote it had been. Away of her. Let us help. He’s watching you; look, see! Mes already knew this, and her ears raised as she at last became aware of what was now to her a usual routine. It was true, so often did she hear the sounds that it was now just a part of her mind, a habit. She assumed he thought she could be a threat, a danger to his survival. They were wild animals after all, and it was a part of life. She suddenly shook her head though, only tersely. She wanted to silence them, that’s why others were so important.


((Bleh. x.x)

[stitchedskull]

How dull life would be if each creature was as clever as the next. It would be fair, it would be good, but for Pornographic Values, it would be dull. Perhaps dull as fuck... but for this stallion, fuck wasn't too dull. In fact, it was quite the contrary... with a decent beast of course. Yes, occasionally it might be dull, but most of the time, it was /fantastic/. But, as stated earlier, life would be dull with clever creatures. No one (or as least a greater less number) would so fool to fall under the stallion's spell. But it was a strong one, and it didn't take much lack of clever-ness to tumble into a web of problems. For, had this stallion not been born a horse, he would be a female black widow spider. Going through mates to get what he wants, then throwing them away. He would pick the perfect companion for life, fuck it, then eat it. It was how things worked for spiders, and now it was working for this horse. Quite smoothly acctually. So far.

"Mesmerize Psychro..." He said thoughtfully, letting the words fall from his slick, serpent tongue. "Mesmerize..." He said again. Chocolates rose to watch the dancing fronds, as if they were the words he said, dancing in the rythm they fell in. Then, he looked back to her, letting hte name soak through her hide and become her. With a soft sigh, ending his thoughts, Values looked up at the lady. "It may be long, but it's the perfect length to get a strong rythm in. Any shorter and it would not suit a miss of your potential."

As his venamouse words ceased, as did his examination of her. Now, he had settled that she would make a fine pet. Perfect in everyway. Strong and beautiful, but she seemed slightly troubled. Still, he had not placed it. But, with more coaxing and galiant promises, he would rip her apart from the inside out. Then, he would perform that quit literally.

[Crow'sia]

Hello there, Mes, nice of you to say hello. She had started this, she reminded herself, she had created this, being upset would only make her a hypocrite. Finally come to our senses, have we? Excellent. So, what’s going on today, huh? Making new friends are we? We don’t think so. You’ve neglected us, I want some time with you love. Values was still observing her and the mare, who’s muscles had already tensed in annoyance with her sudden realization, had enough sense left to know she had to remain quiet, she had to be complacent with them, with her ‘friends’. Voice, as she often named the illusion, however seemed to desire the opposite, either she would relinquish control or she would ‘pay the price’. In her alternate mind this stallion was too suspicious, the way he watched her, she couldn’t handle it- that was where they clashed ideals. No new friends for Psychro. Only Values was looking at her differently, his eyes were not wandering but focused, so that he could address, she hadn’t even heard him say her name.

The flattery of the stallion that might usually make him distasteful made him all the more handsome now. She could feel her body loosen, meld with what he said and take it in. She had potential. It was a reminder, like a slap to the face, and awoke another voice. She felt momentarily elevated, freed from the persistent jealousy she shared with herself until a torrent erupted in her mind and she could feel the rivals tearing into one another with the force of freighter plowing off its tracks. Values’ words still dripped off his tongue and replayed in her head again and again. You bitch, you goddamn bitch! she could feel them scream and die, a silence washing over her she looked through the corner of her eyes at her companion feeling the victor return to its slumber contentedly. She needed to end that chapter of her life, yet somehow she couldn’t, the mare was completely enveloped in her own world; she was blind to what could be. She needed to have a problem. She couldn’t live without it.

The female turned her head thinking she might offer some kind of thanks, appreciation for what the God had said to her; but she did no such thing. Mesmerize smiled, which must have looked quite odd on a horse but she smiled in her horsie way [O.o], she didn’t know what to make of him, so sightless the animal complimented and so ignorantly the animal laid judgment. He didn’t know her, how did her fully observe her potential? He must be lying; he must want to be polite. Or so she assumed. “Everyone has potential.” she said rather blandly, her tongue clicking the final syllable. The rain let up a moment, it had just began an erratic pattern so that perhaps the clouds had expired their banks and she noticed that he was no longer studying her so carefully now when, and a more casual aura passed over the two, like the beat of the water powered them. She did not care for this at the moment, her heart was still beating quickly, and her stomach was still knotting as if she had colic. Mes thought herself insane, taken in like this, yet she could feel her senses and rationality kicking in. They were just animals, remember? He was nothing special. Since this was the beach, she wondered if it would flood, weren’t there tides?


((Probably it for awhile eh? Guess Values can contemplate, she didn't leave much room for him to say anything.))

[stitchedskull]

Potential was a word the stallion was fond of. And, he believed quite contrary to what the mare said. In his eyes, very few had potential, but everyone had a chance. There were those bastards whos mother’s cared for them only to keep the other’s gossip down, and those fillies who were fated to never birth a youth of her own. Those poor things, had little potential. There was nothing with /no/ potential, but few with a lot. They all had a chance to do their best, and they had a chance to make life better. It didn’t mean they had potential.

Now, if Mes herself had potential, the stallion had to have more time to decide, but he did not lie. Values rarely ever lied. It made his words faulty, and his tongue not as slick. But as soon as the taint of twisted truth, no matter how small or broken was added, it slipped right through his ivory teeth, well lubricated. So, rightfully, as he believed, she had potential. How much? Eh… probably more than some. Still, she had potential in his book. Potential to be a perfectly good plaything and fuck toy. All in all, Values was an honest stallion.

His examination of her left him with a good idea. She was strong, and well built, but, held that certain grace all mare’s outwit stallions with. And her long muzzle was beautiful, and her eyes mysterious. Something else was behind them. HE could not place it, but it was not right. It wasn’t extra beauty, something similar to a hard past, but that wasn’t all, if anything. Once he befriended her further, he would question it, prod and prod, offering to be her therapist, talk gentle woos too, and whisper sweet calmings, until she either falls forever under his cloak of deceit, or the look goes away and she is easier prey. After all, hunting something you don’t understand is often impossible, if not fatal.
“Sweet dear… you shouldn’t say such things in such a matter. What you say is kind and sweet, but its truth may lack. Though most have potential, if it’s enough to amount to anything is a different case. Everyone has a chance… not potential. But you…” He paused and let his eyes course smoothly along her hide. “I may not know you long, nor well… if at all… but I know…. You are more than a lone mare.” His soft muzzle went under her chin and lifted her head a bit higher. “One of your perfection should not be so down, for that is all the blind other’s will see. If you understand the grace you possess, you could be one of the most stunning vixen’s in these lands.” Porno would have said ‘the most stunning’, but it seemed too far, too fake. Like he was flat out lying to her, rather than brightening her spirit.

Feeling his eyes had been left on her far too long, his crania turned out to the sea. His auds had caught the raising growls of the sea’s bowels, but he had not understood how near they were drawing, nor how large. His nares opened wide to take in the salt air in startlement, soldiers flattening, then bolting upright again, his slight nerves showing. It was not the waves, it was the getting away he was frightened of. Porno wasn’t a first class swimmer, though the water didn’t frighten him, he avoided large currents, which this happened to be. And the safety of the sands was shrinking, and the cliff rose above them. Though the pair had plenty of time to part from the dangers, Values stepped back slightly, churning the sands below his flints. “Miss, I do believe we should part from these lands, for fear the sea rises further. The current is much too strong for either of us.”

[Crow'sia]

His words dripped over her like liquid sugar and she felt her body relax even more in what was sure to be a brief period of silence. They irked her, deep inside her body she noticed a horrible aching sickness that she could not describe as an emotion, but she could see herself clinging to each syllable, a helpless child. Intuition? It told her something was still wrong. His muzzle found its way below hers and whiskers tickled her chin, so not to make things too awkward she let her neck muscles lie slack as he raised her head as though to make her equal or even raise her on a pedestal. She wasn’t depressed, she didn’t need comfort, wasn’t this redundancy? Mes looked directly at him so that she was almost cross-eyed, this head-lifting business seemed necessary to convey his point, and she now understood.

He thought she was better then he assumed Mes viewed herself. The mare listened carefully to his tone when he continued and grinned to herself both pleased and amused. This was what they thought, that she was better, that she could have control; so long as they controlled her. “I don’t think so,” Mes began rather slowly, her voice playful but still with a ring of intelligence and skepticism. “Not without confidence, or wit. Both which I lack. I’m not so delusional to deny that anyways.” She felt her head suddenly drop and her throat become crushed by the weight, a sudden feeling of inertia flooded her senses and her spin snapped back like a slinky; time to exert energy once again. Values was looking at the sea.

The stallion seemed distraught while he scented the air and observed the churning waters in the distance. Mes too now became aware of the melting sands around her ankles and the chilling water that fueled them. She looked at the sky, dark grey clouds with pockets of steal blue and very light shades of green. Their harsh contour did not leave much room to question. “Yeah,” Mes found herself saying, lifting her hooves sharply to free them from the sand as she backed further inland. “Good idea.”

OOC; Kind of small. So if we do continue elsewhere, we have two options, the flooding is over, or we can go back in time and pretend that its still winter.

[stitchedskull]

Strong flints lifted up, away from the water is it stole into his weak black feathers. Not featers so much as.... tufts, really. But they were pretty, so he didn't complaine. Too much feathering he thought... made them look too heavy.... but enough was gorgeouse. Values made his way through the light vegitation that lay at the base of the cliff, like a cat at an old woman's feet. Worried pools looked about as the water inched nearer with each coming splash.

"We must climb." Circling lightly, he would let her go before him. It served too purposes... it looked as if he cared, and wanted to be sure she was safe, and secretly, so he would not lose his prize.

Bmping her flank with his whithers, he urged her to climb. The cliff was steep, but rugged with 'trails' and enough ledges to give them a break. Perhaps they wouldn't even need to climb all the way up. Half-way should be safe, enough. The idea of the waves rising that far was... insanity.

(Not much to write this post.)

[Crow'sia]

Let’s take a trip, back in time, shall we? Mes watched him move towards the cliff, where the rocks not only met the rising water of the beach but where the mass on stone pushed out into the sky. Navigating over the steadily growing rocks she slid her hooves in between cracks as the sand finally ended. “Climb, eh?” she asked as the stallion now circled her like a vulture riding the air currents. “Is that really necessary?” This was a rhetorical question however, as she quickly caught on that it was his desire for her to take one for the team, and begin the march first. The auburn mare had climbed this slope before however, when she’d left for the islands after witnessing that crazy nutter, now she briefly wondered what had become of the mare and her new slave.

She lay a foot on the first bit of ledge in front of her, not fully remembering her original exploration nor the path she’d taken, especially with the experimentation involved. Maybe this was why he opted for her to go first, not because he was being noble, but so that she would test the safety of the climb for him. Perhaps the Sex God wasn’t so valiant and caring as he seemed. No no, she was being paranoid. And conversely oblivious. One step, two step, her feet pressing firmly into the water stained stone she began to tackle the cliff, hoisting herself forward with her front hooves, using her hind legs as a brace, muscles tightening when her position felt compromised. Mes didn’t look back, but he must be following.


OOC; Yeah, same I s'pose. But then I'm tired from the heat. -ish actually making excuses for her blatant laziness.-

[stitchedskull]

(Sorry it took me so long. No muse for him. Now I have a bit. Better post 'fore it's gone.)

Deep, suffocationg pools glanced back at the sea. It was still rising, but much slower. Still, he didn't know how high it owuld come, and he wasn't one to challenge to forces of nature. The waves were well larger than he, and he knew the sea was angry. An angry sea was no fool, not like an angry stallion. Foreflints lead his way, finding the flattest, largest plateforms for his hike, trailing after the mare. He could feel her. Her diminishing trust. Opening his nares, he pondered why. What had he done wrong? He couldn't have said something, did he? No, of course not. He was too careful.

Then what was it? Lost in thought over his past movememnts, he slipped lightly. He caught himself. The cliff! Of course. She thought he was letting her lead to save himself. Of course not... well.. maybe. She knew the path, but if she fell she would fall on him. Ease her nerves, that's what he had to do. Walk along her side, yes. HE quickened his pace, swerving to the side. His muscles twisted as he stretched for a clear ledge, pulling up along her side.

(Teh' crrrap!)

[Crow'sia]

Reaching a ledge she heard the stallion draw up beside her as the continued the climb his pace now more hurried. The forbidding sea below was no longer in her mind pushed out by her concentration on climbing. Tempting fate, she skipped from the ledge in her next step, safely find a foothold and looking at this companion of sorts that walked along with her. In fact, if her hadn’t showed up to the right of her, Mes may have forgotten all about this cool talking stranger. She arched her head to glance at him quickly flicking it back to the ground lest she fall, and spotting a landing she recognized, turned the opposite direction to hike up towards it.

It was awkward turning on rocks when someone was beside you.

Finally making it, Mes pulled herself up with her front legs and dropped onto the platform looking over the waters. She’d forgotten the cold, and she’d forgotten what was coming, and perhaps that the season was winter, but Crow actually forgets too unfortunately. But in all honesty, who cared about the tides, she was with Values. She was on top of the world! So long as he did not fall.


((Yesh, there is only so much you can say about climbing if you don’t want to use filler sentences (aka you're lazy like meeeee.) ‘The rocks were slippery from the rain, but not too slippery, mold covered these rocks, but who was going to complain about that’ etc etc. I should have used that, only, different))