Post by ranlou on May 30, 2015 13:45:53 GMT -5
Mikey strolled lazily through an off beaten path in the haunted wood, returning from the town of Neovia with a steaming pizza box resting in his paws. He ducked and weaved through the branches and ferns clouding his path until he reached a more heavily shaded area, and decided to perch up against a large tree trunk, and under the flourishing canopy of leaves.
Sitting on the ground, he set his pizza in his lap and pulled a small tin flask from his jean pocket, deciding, no better meal to drink with than nice greasy pizza. He pulled the box open and delicately pulled a large slice out with his claws. The werelupe took large bites of his pizza quickly and ravenously, pausing only to lick his muzzle between slices.
Feeling even more content, Mikey lounged against the tree further and stretched his hind legs out, slowing his pace with his precious food to lazy munches. Deciding to finally savor his prize, being the first food he's been able to obtain in a few days, he admired the slight crunch of his pizza's fluffy crust, as well as delighting himself in finding a pizza parlor with the perfect pepperoni, that curls when baked.
The pizza soon came to and end as the only remainders of it were the grease stains in the small pizza box. Setting it aside, Mikey licked his paws and took a small sip from his flask, feeling its warm burn down his throat. Having a pleasantly full stomach, and warmed by his whiskey, the werelupe yawned loudly and crossed his arms over his chest, content with the idea of a light nap.
By the time the drowsy werelupe had fallen a sleep, head dozing to one side, the light crunching of leaves surrounded him, accompanied by crackle of a fire, becoming louder with each step.
Sitting on the ground, he set his pizza in his lap and pulled a small tin flask from his jean pocket, deciding, no better meal to drink with than nice greasy pizza. He pulled the box open and delicately pulled a large slice out with his claws. The werelupe took large bites of his pizza quickly and ravenously, pausing only to lick his muzzle between slices.
Feeling even more content, Mikey lounged against the tree further and stretched his hind legs out, slowing his pace with his precious food to lazy munches. Deciding to finally savor his prize, being the first food he's been able to obtain in a few days, he admired the slight crunch of his pizza's fluffy crust, as well as delighting himself in finding a pizza parlor with the perfect pepperoni, that curls when baked.
The pizza soon came to and end as the only remainders of it were the grease stains in the small pizza box. Setting it aside, Mikey licked his paws and took a small sip from his flask, feeling its warm burn down his throat. Having a pleasantly full stomach, and warmed by his whiskey, the werelupe yawned loudly and crossed his arms over his chest, content with the idea of a light nap.
By the time the drowsy werelupe had fallen a sleep, head dozing to one side, the light crunching of leaves surrounded him, accompanied by crackle of a fire, becoming louder with each step.