04-02-2022, 10:11 AM
The outlines of two more individuals soon came into view, gawking down at him from the sinkhole's overhang. Both appeared to be felines of some sort, although one of the new arrivals greatly prevailed over the other in terms of size. While the hole's summit proved itself as too far beyond Montrose's own reach, the wolf had no trouble in understanding those who stood above him. And frankly, he was growing a tad frustrated with their lacklustre rescue attempts.
"It hardly matters who's getting me out," he asserts in a somewhat impatient tone, unknowing of Saturn's blindness, "as long as it's sooner, and not later. I don't want to become food for the moles and the worms."
Next, he fixates his attention on the third creature to answer his pleas. She clocked in at a meagre fraction of the sabretooth's body mass, and yet, the floral-patterned pussycat was contributing more to the extraction effort than the other two. The chunk of trunk that she deposited into the sinkhole was long enough to span from the bottom to an exit point.
This would have made quite the impact in the current circumstance - had he been born a feline. Regrettably, Montrose lacked the catlike nimbleness which would have allowed him to climb on out. Thus, when he did try to scale the log and escape the earth's clutches, he hardly made it halfway out before ragdolling down to the bottom.
"If you would be so good to grab me and haul me out, good sir," Montrose implores the xenosmilus, unconcerned about how uncomfortable the procedure might be, "I will owe you one. I just want out of this fucking hole." What an embarrassing way to cordially meet everybody, he thought.
"It hardly matters who's getting me out," he asserts in a somewhat impatient tone, unknowing of Saturn's blindness, "as long as it's sooner, and not later. I don't want to become food for the moles and the worms."
Next, he fixates his attention on the third creature to answer his pleas. She clocked in at a meagre fraction of the sabretooth's body mass, and yet, the floral-patterned pussycat was contributing more to the extraction effort than the other two. The chunk of trunk that she deposited into the sinkhole was long enough to span from the bottom to an exit point.
This would have made quite the impact in the current circumstance - had he been born a feline. Regrettably, Montrose lacked the catlike nimbleness which would have allowed him to climb on out. Thus, when he did try to scale the log and escape the earth's clutches, he hardly made it halfway out before ragdolling down to the bottom.
"If you would be so good to grab me and haul me out, good sir," Montrose implores the xenosmilus, unconcerned about how uncomfortable the procedure might be, "I will owe you one. I just want out of this fucking hole." What an embarrassing way to cordially meet everybody, he thought.
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Here, dig me a grave. Toss in the lives you couldn't be bothered to save.
Here, as evil now gropes. It's caught us off guard with its hands reaching for our throats.
irving montrose
[/td][/tr][/table]Here, as evil now gropes. It's caught us off guard with its hands reaching for our throats.
irving montrose