Five Vicodin Chased With A Shot
02-15-2017, 10:49 PM
Long lanky legs, slim face, (slim everything really) long silky fur - it was all things that made him the creature he was. All were groomed to perfection and each curly hair was sitting perfectly in their place. But why the interest in his appearance? The creature certainly didn't have a hot date to be attending to. He had no place to be, no one to see, and didn't even have a place to call home anymore. In short - Veth just happened to be an arrogant, homeless, asshole. The borzoi just liked the way he looked, it was as simple as that, and he took the measures to take care of himself. Every morning he woke up, bathed himself in water if it was warm enough, or settled for a tongue bath if necessary. He didn't look this good for anyone but himself - and anyone else if he ever came across someone. He had to make a good impression after all. Flirting was an art form and he liked to think himself a master of it. You couldn't flirt if you weren't clean. He'd already groomed himself for the day and had set to traveling. That was the thing about being him. He wasn't overly tall in this world (he was pretty lengthy for his breed though) and yet his legs could carry him anywhere he wanted in a decent amount of time. He was fast when he wanted to be, but today he wasn't in a rush. He'd recently come to an interesting set of trees, like nothing he'd ever seen before, with blood-colored sap oozing from them. It was magnificent really. He paused by a tree to sniff one. It was amazing that they grew in such areas - the territory around them offered so little to look at. Dry shrubs here and there and overall an unimpressive amount of plant life. Really, how did anything grow here at all? He snorted once before continuing on his merry way. He had a lot of ground to cover - even with no destination in mind. Walk, "Talk" Think |