Take Me Drunk, I'm Home
10-01-2015, 04:50 PM
He had picked up Faria's scent a day or two past, but that morning it had been taken over by something entirely different. At first it was fruit, apples even, but the closer he walked as his curiosity took over, the stronger the scent grew until it morphed to something else entirely. He came upon a wayward fruit tree growing along the banks of a lazy river. Perhaps the seeds had been carried here from somewhere else, but it was clearly in the prime of it's growth. It's branches were weighed down with heaps of red fruit, dusting the ground. Below a smattering of animal tracks wove in and out of mounds of decaying fruit, so overripe that it was beginning to smell too strong, foreign even. And yet, it was so tempting... Mithras had approached just such a pile with a suspicious eye. He didn't know why he wanted to taste it so badly, but he did. The brute had cast a furtive glance from side to side, checking that no one was near to see him should the fruit be repulsive, and then with a quick dart of a tongue he took a taste. It was sweet, ungodly so, and potent. At once he recoiled, sneezing from the strength of it... But then he tried it again. And again, and again, and again until he was laying lazily in the sun, fruit propped between his paws, head swimming just a bit. There was something strange about it, but he liked it, and all at once forgot just what he was supposed to be doing. "Talk" "You" Think |
