Tarred and Feathered

Dimosthenes · 09-12-2021, 07:30 AM

D i m o s t h e n e s

Almost as soon as Dime got close, he felt the need to cough. It smelled terrible. Gray clouds of gas and steam rose from small pools of some dark, murky substance that he did not want to touch. Black, jagged rock caged the muck, stabbing the sky in occasional towers. The backdrop was equally eerie, a hazy yellow sky laying behind the rising steam. The whole area looked broken in some odd way, like a rough edge where the world was wearing through. Was there anything on the other side? If he dug through the rubble, would he fall into the other side of the sky? He'd probably die first, considering the pits of tar. Maybe that tar was under all of the world, a hot layer that warmed the earth from the bottom up. The sun warming down, the tar warming up, the cooler surface sandwiched between. He didn't know anything to disprove that that was how it worked, as he was only a little wolf who didn't know very much.

There was another canine standing by the pits of tar. Dimosthenes smiled and wagged his tail softly. "This is weird, huh?"

"Speech"

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Tarred and Feathered

Dimo!

Dimosthenes