Carry On, Wayward Doofus

*Mithras* · 09-25-2015, 07:24 PM

Mithras found himself at the bottom of a steep fjord. He had spent the better part of the day carefully working his way down. Each pawstep had been taken carefully, planned in advance, cautiously considered. For such a large creature he was immensely proud of himself for making the trek! He certainly hadn't stumbled and rolled the last twenty yards to the shore below. He absolutely had not been bashed about by the loose scree, and perish any thought of him coming to rest at last in a disheveled heap, groaning and dazed. All of this was completely out of the realm of possibility, of course, and yet he found himself nursing a host of fresh wounds all the same. The taste of rock dust was bitter on his tongue as he desperately tried to smooth out his fur. Fucking gravity, he groused within the depths of his mind, praying that no one had seen his non-existent blunder.

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