Ichor
Somewhere a long the way I find myself lost in a different place. Without light in the face of two red eyes. They face me from a distance pleading for something. I approach them slowly. The figure remains still like a pond. Reaching out to touch it. Slowly, surely, I find a tuft of fur in my hands, and realize what beholds me; a black hound. It makes a whining noise as if begging. My fingers run down its’ head. Scratching its’ chin in the hopes that will appease, but in its’ eyes there is a terrible hunger. It reaches into the pit of its’ stomach a rumbling. Flesh Flesh, the thought passes in my mind. Then suddenly, It yelps and scurries off, and the light appears once again.
- Location
- Europe
- Favorite place
- The abandoned luxury hotel on top of a mountain in Porta Delgada.
- Occupation
- Unemployed
- Preferred method(s) of travel
- Bus and feet
- Are you traveling now?
- Yes
- Spoken Languages
- English
- Relationship status
- Single
- Children
- No
- Drink
- Rarely
- Smoke
- Never
- Drugs
- Rarely
- Political leanings
- Refuse to Specify
- Skills
- Cooking, Web Development, Painting, Writing, Drawing, SInging
- Instruments played
- Vocal Chords
- Favorite curse word
- Cunt
- Favorite websites
- melonking.net
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