from the mind of a stoner
08-21-2014, 12:59 PM
"I won't forget you! No, non ancora." Short, broad nose affectionately nuzzled a leafy package, his usual grin plastered on pale lips. Of course, the last time Drago had forgotten to bring his 'stash' with him, he'd met up with a feisty pale she-pup, and in that case, not having his cannabis proved to be a good thing. But still. A day was enough. After taking a tiny mouthful, the pale brute re-wrapped large leaves around the bundle, lifted it with gentle jaws, and set out for another day of exploring. This time, the brute's limbs brought him to the northern parts of Ala, where his eyes soon caught glance of a brilliant pale vein. Here is where Drago found himself, leafy bundle left by a rock as the brute sat and gazed at the white beauty. Perhaps he'd taken a bit more from his stash than he'd intended. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think. |