you've got em wrapped around your finger

a faint illumination sparked the tips of the pestiforous man's monotone body, revealing a hide not hidden by his faithful doe. he'd given her a secure spot to lay, wanting to air out his own pestillential fur. the rotten corpse he'd named fierna had started to grasp mold, giving him a terribly undesirable smell. so he'd bathed, sun-dried, and come sundown had allowed his delicate feet to carry him to a new area.



that area just happened to be some very confusing cave pathways. so here he was, bright silver and azure eyes gazing admirably at the slow dancing lights on the wall surfaces. his three starless feet ticked unnessarily, his patience wearing down. he wasn't sure what he was waiting for, just that something in his infectuous mind had told him that he was.