Do A Doubletake
10-21-2017, 05:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2017, 05:19 PM by Malleus.)
The strangeness of the sea creatures concerned him. Was it some kind of sign? Surely it was an omen of some sort. Who but the gods could have mutilated those creatures this way? They were unnatural abominations. Malleus frowned. Perhaps it wasn't a omen, but a cleansing. Maybe these creatures had always existed and it was the very act of living that had offended the gods. He himself found their appearance repugnant and was he not a prince of heaven?
So consumed was he by his thoughts of superiority that Malleus was oblivious to what was happening with his two young cousins. It was possible that he would have missed the whole thing had the rotten fish not struck him across the left side of his face as he stared out into the sea.
Startled, the titan gasped. Immediately he regretted doing so as he inhaled a lungful of stink. The stench was so potent it left an oily coating on his tongue. Thoroughly grossed out, Malleus retched and coughed in the hopes of clearing the smell from his lungs. He couldn't, though, because like the dead thing he'd stepped in, bits of the fish and its stink now clung to his cheek. Frantically he swiped at his face with a foreleg. The idea of something that gross on his face made him want to peel his cheek off.
For the moment - but certainly not for much longer - the children responsible for his predicament were forgotten. Soon there would be hell to pay.
So consumed was he by his thoughts of superiority that Malleus was oblivious to what was happening with his two young cousins. It was possible that he would have missed the whole thing had the rotten fish not struck him across the left side of his face as he stared out into the sea.
Startled, the titan gasped. Immediately he regretted doing so as he inhaled a lungful of stink. The stench was so potent it left an oily coating on his tongue. Thoroughly grossed out, Malleus retched and coughed in the hopes of clearing the smell from his lungs. He couldn't, though, because like the dead thing he'd stepped in, bits of the fish and its stink now clung to his cheek. Frantically he swiped at his face with a foreleg. The idea of something that gross on his face made him want to peel his cheek off.
For the moment - but certainly not for much longer - the children responsible for his predicament were forgotten. Soon there would be hell to pay.