Tarred and Feathered

Dimosthenes · 09-18-2021, 06:38 PM

D i m o s t h e n e s

The woman affirmed his distaste for the tar pits. Was it just him, or did they smell like death? It wasn't a place for someone as careless as he could be, that's for sure. One wrong step and whoosh. You'd be dead. It probably wouldn't be a 'whoosh,' though. Probably something long and drawn-out and impossible to escape from. He made sure to pay a little more attention to his paws after that thought. A long, tedious, helpless death, breathing that awful smell that Dimosthenes thought would make him wish he was dead long before he actually kicked the bucket. He had no desire to find out what it would be like, anyway.

Jynn, her name was. "Dime. Dimosthenes, if you're feeling fancy and long-winded." He usually just gave people the choice to use whatever name or nickname they wanted for him. He maybe liked Dime a little more most of the time, but it wasn't enough to insist upon. "And no, I'm just exploring around wherever. No pack, no family... freeing, isn't it?"

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Tarred and Feathered

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Dimosthenes