09-06-2020, 06:05 AM
THE BAREKNUCKLE BRAWLER
I don't wanna be ignored
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
Simplicity. A concept upon which is hung the naive notion of innocent hope, hollow ringing empty promises. Perhaps it was a mere aspect ingrained within the fabric of life, beginning as does the quiet inkling of desire that arise in stomach empty and aching.
Of such those nestled against the sparse fur peppering pale expanse of belly was it known, among the first sensations nerves registered. Discomfort arose in the huffed breath expelled through dual toned nostrils, indeed overly large the paws that waved about, batting at the little within reach. Cold. Removed from the cloying warmth he had known for the course of the past few months the relatively pleasant temperature present in the hut was a jarring change.
For a moment the chimera merely lay spread out upon his back, a mixture fo white and pale belly briefly obscured by the pedelling of back legs, about twisting until he may be righted. Almost triumphant the yip he voiced, against the ground paws beating in irregular intervals, slowing with a sudden yawn. Heavy the manner head fell, peeking through the very tip of pale tongue, caught at the conclusion of his yawn.
Moment of peace, a scene soon to be broken as the creeping sensation of hunger awoke, the little snorts to each exhale seeming to mark the moment he fell to a brief, and light, slumber.
Of such those nestled against the sparse fur peppering pale expanse of belly was it known, among the first sensations nerves registered. Discomfort arose in the huffed breath expelled through dual toned nostrils, indeed overly large the paws that waved about, batting at the little within reach. Cold. Removed from the cloying warmth he had known for the course of the past few months the relatively pleasant temperature present in the hut was a jarring change.
For a moment the chimera merely lay spread out upon his back, a mixture fo white and pale belly briefly obscured by the pedelling of back legs, about twisting until he may be righted. Almost triumphant the yip he voiced, against the ground paws beating in irregular intervals, slowing with a sudden yawn. Heavy the manner head fell, peeking through the very tip of pale tongue, caught at the conclusion of his yawn.
Moment of peace, a scene soon to be broken as the creeping sensation of hunger awoke, the little snorts to each exhale seeming to mark the moment he fell to a brief, and light, slumber.
code by Reggan