Biography
It was truly an interesting sight to see. Fur coat draping over a skeleton, pelt groomed and primped nonetheless. Antlers belonging to some sort of beast perched atop the head of such a canine, precariously sliding to and fro with every wary pawstep he made.
A coat of grays and russets tipped his hair and swallowed his being. Creating an illusion of belonging as he crawled amongst the half-eaten shadows of early dawn; eyes aglow in cliche paranoia to some extent.
He smelt absolutely rancid. Close to vinegar if you were to have ever smelt it. Apple cider vinegar and chives. A supposedly once holy concoction said to bring cleansing to all those that can possibly withstand the strong and foul scent for a long duration of time.
The poor brute had barely gone through a week without ridding himself of pounds.
In the mist of birds merrily chiming melodious tunes, and the sun trying harshly to warm up the autumn breeze as it passed it by, his stomach lurched forward like a nervous bird; belching out the remains of last weeks' lunch.
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Sunlight hit his side, causing his pupils to contort, immediately constricting into droplets swallowed in a pool of his oceanic irises. He blinked in hopes to remove himself from the pain. However, the sun beat at his head, and his sockets until he was nearly blind, and he no longer cared.
Another step and a whiff of himself caused him to dry heave. Convulsing until something sizzled in the back of his throat and scared him.
His rocky gait skipped a pace, picking up the speed in an almost frantic manner. He was driven by utter fright currently; and his heart fluttered like a butterfly.
Fear made his eyes grow wider, and his pupils smaller. The emotion wanting to waft from him in waves, only to get stuck at the tips where the putrid crust ate away at his being like a fungus. His lips turned dry, however, he knew much better than to lick the waxy layer off. A rough hack allowed him to clear his throat. Which, fizzed and popped just above his jugular, and he attempted to gulp whatever it was back down.
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