Tickle Me Pretty
01-01-2014, 10:13 PM
Black and grey rocks scattered the raised land beneath the ginger man's paws, the smell of sulfur hanging heavily in the air. This land was barren of any plant life at all, and any creatire would be a fool to make his home here. The birds did not sing in this place. The air was thick and made it difficult to breathe. He did not like it here, he decided. And the scars upon his pelt from days before were smarting in the extreme heat.
He would not be here too long, for his curiosity could only take him so far in a place so dry and undesirable. His golden eyes squinted against the onslaught of hot wind rising from the depths of the mountain. He sat near its rim, kicking a large charred stone into the hole before him and watching until it disappeared. Interesting.
Seems fast enough.
Wouldn't feel a thing.
Its so hot...we'd burn alive.
Like a crispy cooked bird against hard rocks!
Not fast enough.
A slight smile appeared on his lips, amused at his own thoughts. Not today. Not here. So the man rose to his paws and turned to return to the south where he belonged.
He would not be here too long, for his curiosity could only take him so far in a place so dry and undesirable. His golden eyes squinted against the onslaught of hot wind rising from the depths of the mountain. He sat near its rim, kicking a large charred stone into the hole before him and watching until it disappeared. Interesting.
Seems fast enough.
Wouldn't feel a thing.
Its so hot...we'd burn alive.
Like a crispy cooked bird against hard rocks!
Not fast enough.
A slight smile appeared on his lips, amused at his own thoughts. Not today. Not here. So the man rose to his paws and turned to return to the south where he belonged.