Two Rivers Isle they call me seymour butts cause i get mo' ass than most

@Ines @Matteo

by this point, it felt like mama nature was trying to tear her a new one. her heat, coupled with the heat, resulted in gun lumbering through the wooded parts of the isle with a dry tongue, seeking a chiller and chiller shade.

eventually, she toppled at the lip of some denmouth, opening too narrow for her french door shoulders to fit through. still, the air within was earthy and cooling, the way nothing above ground could be...

without checking whose it was and whether it was occupied, the mastiff proceeded to back up her posterior as far into the hole as it could go, before melting into a puddle of hot wrinkles, effectively Ever Given-ing the den for both exit and entry.

I am Dying gun is so great

It had been almost 3 months since he had first touched ground here and time had passed in a blur. The boy had settled into a routine of sorts, helping Iseul catch fish, or moogogies, as Matteo had come to call them. He'd become extremely reliant on her presence. One time he'd even caught himself calling Iseul "mama" and had felt incredibly embarrassed afterwards.

But today he felt exhausted. Perhaps it was the summer sun mixed with his black fur, but he had spent a considerable amount of time chilling out in the den, and today was no different.

As night fell, he dozed off into a listless daydream pinpricked with strange scents that only grew stronger the darker it got. Crinkling his nose, he cracked one eye open only to watch in horror as something HUGE blocked out the sun and moved in a wrinkly landslide towards him, eating everything in it's path, including the sun apparently. It wasn't night time at all, and it was definitely about to eat him too. This was the end for him. Goodbye Ines, farewell cruel world.

The boy let out a noise akin to a woopy cushion as the folds consumed him. And, when Matteo felt brave enough to open his eyes again, it was to the sensation of a crushing and very pungeant warmth. He just about managed to squeal out a disgruntled (and very muffled), "HEY, YOU STINK!" before resigning himself to his fate.

gun felt a great disturbance in her folds, as if a voice suddenly cried out in terror and was suddenly silenced.

she sneezed.

the better of the two expulsions of air she could've performed.

there was an itch somewhere on her behind, and gun figured she might be getting fleas. attempting to scratch herself against the interior walls didn't quite work ( almost as if something was in the way ), so with a grumpy sigh, the mastiff pulled herself out.

she began using the nearest tree to scratch her buxom thigh, smacking her frothy jowls. 

it'll be back in the hole after this. oddly fuzzy in there.

The boy remained cocooned in his stinking prison, listening and feeling the breath rattled throughout the beast. Whatever it was had kept him alive, for now. Until one monumental movement sent a fold directly into poor Matteo's mouth and something in his little brain shifted from terror to utter disgust. The taste was unimaginable, a mix between sweat and something rotten - it really needed a bath.

And to make matters even worse, it started moving again! It felt like being in a washing machine, not that Matteo knew what that was. As the undulating flesh pile finally departed from their den, the boy emerged bleary eyed and fur looking like a cat who had been dragged backwards through several hedges. And oh boy did he stink.

Once adjusted to the sunlight, he marched right over to where the beast now scratched against a tree and plopped himself down in front of her foaming face with a grumpy, "HEY YOU!" The impromptu independence and Ines' absence from Iseul had led him to grow somewhat of a spine and, although he was aware of the newcomers, he was yet to see one in person. He could understand his sister's frustration; as of late the Isle had been smelling less like the Isle and less like Ma and Pa. But he trusted Iseul, and if she thought sacks of rotten flesh deserved a place here then he would respect her choices. But that didn't mean he'd have to like them.

All he can think to say as he glares up at the mastiff in all her glory is "your face stinks just as much as your butt." A+ insult Matteo, good job.