03-28-2022, 06:38 PM
Perhaps it was a problem.
Feeling the sickeningly butter liquid slither down his throat, creeping it’s way through his digestive tract. Sure, perhaps he had a dilemma. When he’d rather inhale the toxic aroma of bitter, unforgiving liquid than smell the sweetness of morning dew scattered amongst the land. A good morning call was no longer of birds, but if estranged alcohol with no labels and no explanation on how the massive entity could’ve even obtained it. It was his comfort. As demented as that may have been, it was.
Deep in the pits of the marshland sat the scaly creature, rasping his claws around the neck of a bottle. Another swig followed, and then a content smile. After doingthis so long, it was hard for the effects to manifest no matter how much of the liquid trickled into his belly. That meant if he wanted to feel more, he needed to drink more. Needing more to feel the dizzying, liberating effects made the amnesiac drink a bit less. After all, tolerance was a bitch.
“Anyone care to partake with me?” inquired the male, raising a bottle into the sky. He was doubtful anyone would know he was there, truthfully, but he didn’t mind sharing.
Feeling the sickeningly butter liquid slither down his throat, creeping it’s way through his digestive tract. Sure, perhaps he had a dilemma. When he’d rather inhale the toxic aroma of bitter, unforgiving liquid than smell the sweetness of morning dew scattered amongst the land. A good morning call was no longer of birds, but if estranged alcohol with no labels and no explanation on how the massive entity could’ve even obtained it. It was his comfort. As demented as that may have been, it was.
Deep in the pits of the marshland sat the scaly creature, rasping his claws around the neck of a bottle. Another swig followed, and then a content smile. After doingthis so long, it was hard for the effects to manifest no matter how much of the liquid trickled into his belly. That meant if he wanted to feel more, he needed to drink more. Needing more to feel the dizzying, liberating effects made the amnesiac drink a bit less. After all, tolerance was a bitch.
“Anyone care to partake with me?” inquired the male, raising a bottle into the sky. He was doubtful anyone would know he was there, truthfully, but he didn’t mind sharing.
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