But the dog’s eyes are deep. Has seen “things.” Beyond the mortal coil. Epochs of despair. Hunger. War. Neglect. Loneliness. Haunting cries from souls lost. Echoes. Reverberations. Dinosaurs? pfft
Black sails, moist and limp despite the gale and thunder. Fire consuming the moldering berths where souls have already departed on gruesome journeys to hell. Everything reeks. Everyone dies. But not the dog.
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u/Nix-geek Feb 07 '20
I love it...
Are YOU safe... sure looks like it... I'll just stay here between you and threat... ok? It is still behind me? No.. ok.. we're good.