Cried on the streets of San Francisco
Gilgamesh
12-16-2021, 07:38 AM
Astrophel had been walking at a brisk trot, covering the ground quite swiftly in his desire to head further inland, and hopefully to wetter areas. All this sand and dry heat was a bit much for him, and he longed for a river or pond deep enough to completely submerge himself into for a leisurely swim. His travels had taken him from the dried riverbed to this strange expanse of soft and slick mud. It was an improvement, but still quite undrinkable. He left a trail of pawprints behind him in the mud with the occasional slip here and there where it was particularly slick. After a bit of time his attention was captured by a set of somewhat large rocks with a trail behind them, as if something had pushed them along the slick mud. A closer inspection brought him no closer to an educated answer as he could see no indication of any pawprints behind the rocks. His head cocked to the side as he tried to figure out what had caused the rocks to move. Was it the wind? Surely not, they were far too heavy for that even with the slickness of the mud on the ground. All thoughts of finding some water was gone from his mind as he studied the rocks, wanting to try and figure out this interesting situation he had stumbled upon. |
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