Everest
Mateo postures while Ever cowers. With his head low and ears half back, he forces back his lips into a snarl that looks strained instead of menacing, hoping that if they're going to die that it's at least quick.
Three heads simultaneously push through the bottom of a bush, as three forked tongues scent the air in unison. A trio of hanging snakes have knotted themselves together and have seemingly been wriggling as one long enough to have accumulated leaves and twigs in their tangled section. They look uncomfortable (if their rubbed-off scales are any indication) as their dark eyes move from boy to dog.
Not entirely at ease, Ever huffs skeptically under his breath, snapping his teeth together even as his tail raises and gives an experimental wag.
Three heads simultaneously push through the bottom of a bush, as three forked tongues scent the air in unison. A trio of hanging snakes have knotted themselves together and have seemingly been wriggling as one long enough to have accumulated leaves and twigs in their tangled section. They look uncomfortable (if their rubbed-off scales are any indication) as their dark eyes move from boy to dog.
Not entirely at ease, Ever huffs skeptically under his breath, snapping his teeth together even as his tail raises and gives an experimental wag.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
