10-24-2022, 04:32 PM
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disco had been lost on this fucking island for days now. the stench of sulfur swam obnoxiously in his nose. it must be the lava from the black sand beach he had passed--however, he dared not set foot on it. something told him that swarthy enigma was bad, bad news. in contrast, the crackling and hissing and sludging sounds of the magma and the scratchy rustling of the sand being displaced by the wind were soothing sounds and served to ground him in his search for civilization. they paid close attention to it, trying to pick out any sort of cadence or harmony, but all they found was pure cacophony. it felt supremely doomed in its chaos.
the towering doberman padded on for what felt like hours into a velvety, oppressing nightfall. every now and then his double set of ears would perk at the slipping of a leaf or a beetle buzzing frantically behind him. he quite enjoyed this environment, rich with life and smells and sounds...oh, the sounds. the singing of this humid jungle is what made him keep going. around every three trunk he seemed to encounter a new sonic texture. and soon, he began to hear the babbling of what sounded like drunks. soft at first, due to his distance, but as they followed the noise it took on an incredibly lively tone. people were singing, laughing, flirting, all the things people do when they drink.
he could definitely use a drink after several days of exploration. disco began to make out the shadow of a tavern in front of him, the windows lit canary yellow by oil lamps and candles. warmth emanated from the building and seemed to draw him closer. at once, he sprinted to the door, nudged his way in, and stood proud albeit apprehensively as many animals of different kinds turned their heads to see who came in the door. he was the new guy, and no thanks to his curled lips and bared teeth, disco was greeted with a mocking sneer or indifferent eyebrow raise from many patrons. hiding his maw, he relaxed his shoulders and made their way to the bar, weaving through dancing couples and chairs leaned back in joy. as they took a seat next to a stranger, their cold blue eyes made one last round around the room before they locked eyes with the bartender and ordered simply: "whiskey." a pause as he contemplated his still gently shivering haunches--the night was tight and cold. "neat," he added and looked down in wait.
/tldr hes in the tavern LMAO
the towering doberman padded on for what felt like hours into a velvety, oppressing nightfall. every now and then his double set of ears would perk at the slipping of a leaf or a beetle buzzing frantically behind him. he quite enjoyed this environment, rich with life and smells and sounds...oh, the sounds. the singing of this humid jungle is what made him keep going. around every three trunk he seemed to encounter a new sonic texture. and soon, he began to hear the babbling of what sounded like drunks. soft at first, due to his distance, but as they followed the noise it took on an incredibly lively tone. people were singing, laughing, flirting, all the things people do when they drink.
he could definitely use a drink after several days of exploration. disco began to make out the shadow of a tavern in front of him, the windows lit canary yellow by oil lamps and candles. warmth emanated from the building and seemed to draw him closer. at once, he sprinted to the door, nudged his way in, and stood proud albeit apprehensively as many animals of different kinds turned their heads to see who came in the door. he was the new guy, and no thanks to his curled lips and bared teeth, disco was greeted with a mocking sneer or indifferent eyebrow raise from many patrons. hiding his maw, he relaxed his shoulders and made their way to the bar, weaving through dancing couples and chairs leaned back in joy. as they took a seat next to a stranger, their cold blue eyes made one last round around the room before they locked eyes with the bartender and ordered simply: "whiskey." a pause as he contemplated his still gently shivering haunches--the night was tight and cold. "neat," he added and looked down in wait.
/tldr hes in the tavern LMAO