• Member Since 17th Sep, 2014
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Orbiting Kettle

I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.


He was simply resting a bit, basking in fresh breeze under the tree, almost dozing off, if not for the three little things making a ruckus in the bushes. It wouldn't clearly become lazy afternoon he was hoping for.

A small tale about an old Diamond Dog and his perspective on life.

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Comments ( 6 )

I feel we don't hear enough from the perspective of other species.

The good (or bad, depends on your point of view) thing is that there is a lot of freedom in the canon on how to write the other species.

I enjoyed this hidden gem

Glad you liked it, old Diamond Dogs don't get enough love IMHO:twilightsmile:

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