It was gettin’ late. The crickets had started up their chirpin’, and the mosquitoes were humming in his ears. Water, rank and overly warm, was sank deep into his fur, darkening the gold to brass and the brown to black. But ‘Stang had never let some gross lukewarm water stop him before, so here he was, chest deep in this deep puddle he’d found, teeth dug into the flesh of a stick.
He tugged at it. The mud went schlorp, and didn't yield the prize to the youngin tugging at it. Mustang gave a frustrated snarlwhine, gnashing his jaws to try for a better grip on the stick. He yanked again.
Gimme.
Schlk
Gimme-!!
Shlack-!
Mustang tumbled back with the force of the stick being yanked free of its muddy prison, stumbling over his own coltish limbs and straight onto his back, never once releasing the stick, which turned out to be a branch that had been stuck. He chewed on it more if that was possible, laying flat on his back and staring up at the late evenin’ sky, a happy grin on his youthful face.
He tugged at it. The mud went schlorp, and didn't yield the prize to the youngin tugging at it. Mustang gave a frustrated snarlwhine, gnashing his jaws to try for a better grip on the stick. He yanked again.
Gimme.
Schlk
Gimme-!!
Shlack-!
Mustang tumbled back with the force of the stick being yanked free of its muddy prison, stumbling over his own coltish limbs and straight onto his back, never once releasing the stick, which turned out to be a branch that had been stuck. He chewed on it more if that was possible, laying flat on his back and staring up at the late evenin’ sky, a happy grin on his youthful face.
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may I stand unshaken - by Mustang - July 29, 2021, 01:43 PM
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