Everest
Barking twice, albeit a touch timidly, Ever hunkers down. There's no real scent of aggression coming off of the snakes, but then as cold-blooded creatures, they don't emit the same type of pheromones that other mammals do. Watching with intensely focused blue eyes, the pup's head cocks adorably to the side to hear of a woman with snakes for hair. Are these bits of her hair? Ever thinks, scenting the air again and letting his hackles lower ever so slightly.
Were all snakes bits of her hair? Why had no one ever told him that before?
With appreciative black eyes, the hanging snakes allow the boy to untangle them, taking the opportunity once freed to immediately climb up his arms. Wrapping themselves around him like bangles (and makes it to his neck and attempts to become a crown), they offer silent kisses as thanks.
Huffing and once again snapping his jaws together, Ever jumps up that he might place his paws gently on Mateo's chest to better sniff at the snakes now making a home out of his friend.
Were all snakes bits of her hair? Why had no one ever told him that before?
With appreciative black eyes, the hanging snakes allow the boy to untangle them, taking the opportunity once freed to immediately climb up his arms. Wrapping themselves around him like bangles (and makes it to his neck and attempts to become a crown), they offer silent kisses as thanks.
Huffing and once again snapping his jaws together, Ever jumps up that he might place his paws gently on Mateo's chest to better sniff at the snakes now making a home out of his friend.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
