Post by Xavier on May 2, 2014 5:13:41 GMT
It was dark, and it was quiet. Ah quiet. How he missed quiet. Just the gentle tick tick ticking of absolutely nothing. No wait. That wasn't nothing, it was rain. And thunder. Mmmm, even better. He just lay there for a good long while, completely without a care in the world. The world of smells was not so silently ticking with comfort though. The pretty pink nose started twitching, all that was visible beneath a rotten mass of flesh. The workings of the nose were no mystery as when you walked by an awful stench of unbathed mutt and rotten flesh wafted through the air.
But of course he had no care for his own scent. It was awfully strange the way this silence smelled. The mass of rotting flesh rustled and then lifted up, revealing a mass of soft violet fur. Ivory horns curled around a furred draconic like head. One golden eye peaked open as he looked at the soft grey walls he was nestled between. In some alley way in some city or other. He certainly had no idea where he was, but it smelled very clean. A clean city was certainly a new concept to him.
He stretched out his long limbs. Most of the flesh had rotted away from his hands and feet, leaving ivory bone and claws behind. He licked them idly as he wondered how they still moved freely. Then he slowly stood, stretching out the rotten chunks of flesh on his back to reveal that they were large, unusable, wings. They snapped shut with a sickening slap, and he paused. What to look for? He was hungry, but this place didn't smell like it had a lot of random dead roadkill he could snack on. He began to wander out into the rain, and looked this way and that.
You could go ask a restaurant if they have any bad meat.
The speaker in question was a bright mass of pink fluff with long green arms.
"No no, last time they started yammering at me and threw a pot of rice at me. I can't eat rice."
This is a new city though, Maybe they'll be nicer here. This speaker was a large, peculiar caterpillar looking creature that took up most of the street, but seemed to ooze around every person and obstacle so that everything was still visible.
By this time he was well and truly drenched, and he knew it would take hours to get dry after this, but the dull grumble in his stomach was driving him forward.
This city was a little peculiar. It had glowing trees, and a few other people that reminded him a lot of his friends. Maybe he had found a haven of like minded people?
He continued to chat with his companions (of which there were many more than the two mentioned) about where to find food. He didn't question the odd looks he was receiving for he was very used to them. After all, he got them every where. And constant whispers of 'what the hell is he talking to?' drifted endlessly across his ears. Oh well. It was a great rainy night and he was sure he and his friends could find food some where...
But of course he had no care for his own scent. It was awfully strange the way this silence smelled. The mass of rotting flesh rustled and then lifted up, revealing a mass of soft violet fur. Ivory horns curled around a furred draconic like head. One golden eye peaked open as he looked at the soft grey walls he was nestled between. In some alley way in some city or other. He certainly had no idea where he was, but it smelled very clean. A clean city was certainly a new concept to him.
He stretched out his long limbs. Most of the flesh had rotted away from his hands and feet, leaving ivory bone and claws behind. He licked them idly as he wondered how they still moved freely. Then he slowly stood, stretching out the rotten chunks of flesh on his back to reveal that they were large, unusable, wings. They snapped shut with a sickening slap, and he paused. What to look for? He was hungry, but this place didn't smell like it had a lot of random dead roadkill he could snack on. He began to wander out into the rain, and looked this way and that.
You could go ask a restaurant if they have any bad meat.
The speaker in question was a bright mass of pink fluff with long green arms.
"No no, last time they started yammering at me and threw a pot of rice at me. I can't eat rice."
This is a new city though, Maybe they'll be nicer here. This speaker was a large, peculiar caterpillar looking creature that took up most of the street, but seemed to ooze around every person and obstacle so that everything was still visible.
By this time he was well and truly drenched, and he knew it would take hours to get dry after this, but the dull grumble in his stomach was driving him forward.
This city was a little peculiar. It had glowing trees, and a few other people that reminded him a lot of his friends. Maybe he had found a haven of like minded people?
He continued to chat with his companions (of which there were many more than the two mentioned) about where to find food. He didn't question the odd looks he was receiving for he was very used to them. After all, he got them every where. And constant whispers of 'what the hell is he talking to?' drifted endlessly across his ears. Oh well. It was a great rainy night and he was sure he and his friends could find food some where...
