the quality of soundcloud- chickens

[deimos]

Sam had been rather.. complacent in her rather adjustments. Goldie was, as always, the stormcloud on her mind. Demigod of thunder, she thought it was only fitting. And normally, taking a walk was the only way to well, at the same time, build muscle and think about her second, almost first, favorite person. Her eyes drifted the ground for a moment, not even realizing where she was stepping, her brain just kind of up in the air, her paws dragging a little bit and her hooves settling down softly. Of course, she was naturally drawn to the junkyard, so of course, thats where she ended up, among the rust and the deep piles of bolts, sheet metal, and wood, her eyes shifting about at them.

It wasn't long before Sam realized she wasn't alone.

She held her breath, mismatched eyes shifting down to the right before exhaling gently.

A chick. She frowned, however, seeing the wet skin it held, the tiny peeps and how close it danced to her. A sharp inhale coated her throat, her paws reaching forward and instinctively scooping the chicken up. Her eyes scanned the area quickly. This couldn't have come from nowhere. Sam's eyes shifted back to the chick, who hadn't peeped yet. Something felt off, very wrong. Sam sat the chicken back down, assaulting it with her tongue, ignoring the gnarly taste it put off. Sam grumbled, lifting her head as it finally began to peep at her.

Sam sighed gently. She looked around quickly. Where did the chick come from anyways? She shook her head, moving to pick the chick up and head towards the entrance of the junkyard. It turned out she didn't need to, the chick wobbling after her. Sam's eyes followed it, before she turned to nudge it along.

"SPEECH"

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