Drip… Drip… Drip…
The Rashaq stared at the rusted over and leaky pipe for a few moments, before bending over, and shooting out an arm to scoop up a long and narrow stick. "Why did this thing have to clog right up before dinner, of all times. Yeesh." Whined Rokh'Pokka, as he straightened his back, and stopped kneeling before the pipe, popping into a standing position and leering down into the metal basin that was used as a sink in the Pride Den. Rokh'Pokka raised the stick as he grumbled a few more times, before lining it up with the small hole at the bottom of the basin, and started to ram it down into the pipe, water sloshing up and splashing him in the face occasionally, smearing the red warpaint, and occasionally dripping into the basin, producing the occasional red splotch in the basin.
Splck. Splck. Splck. Fsssh.
Rokh'Pokka stood over the basin, slowly drawing out the slightly splintered stick, and tossing it over his shoulder as he watched the now somewhat reddish, and mucky water drain away into the hole. "Finally. It is unclogged, folks! Feel free to wash your hands and clean your faces!" Yelled the Rashaq, turning his head over his shoulder, and cupping his hand over his mouth to amplify the sound, before turning his head and squatting down to pick up an old and deteriorated plug, pausing midway as his ears twitched, hearing that ever so familiar sound…
Glugglugglugglugskrsssh.
He paused and slowly turned his head to the basin just above his shoulders and stood back up and stared into the rusty basin with wide eyes, his eyes flicking from side to side to notice the splotches of red from earlier slowly draining into the basin's drain. Rokh'Pokka stood there for nearly half a minute, staring and listening to the sickening gurgling noises coming from the water draining into the sink, before suddenly turning off and striding over to the nearby ladder, extending a hand, and slowly wrapping his fingers about one of the rungs in his reach. He slowly inch wormed up the ladder, pursing his lips as he felt a wave of nausea hit him as he brought himself over the edge of the platform. The other Pride members went about their business as normally as possible, occasionally giving some worried glances or a few hushed mutters as their Alpha lay upon the platform above the ladder, whimpering and lightly sobbing for a half hour or so, before eventually dragging himself to his chambers to rest for the coming day, a single phrase running through his head like a river constantly burbling and lapping at his mind, to remind him of it's presence.
"There's nothing worse than that gurgling sound…"
The Rashaq stared at the rusted over and leaky pipe for a few moments, before bending over, and shooting out an arm to scoop up a long and narrow stick. "Why did this thing have to clog right up before dinner, of all times. Yeesh." Whined Rokh'Pokka, as he straightened his back, and stopped kneeling before the pipe, popping into a standing position and leering down into the metal basin that was used as a sink in the Pride Den. Rokh'Pokka raised the stick as he grumbled a few more times, before lining it up with the small hole at the bottom of the basin, and started to ram it down into the pipe, water sloshing up and splashing him in the face occasionally, smearing the red warpaint, and occasionally dripping into the basin, producing the occasional red splotch in the basin.
Splck. Splck. Splck. Fsssh.
Rokh'Pokka stood over the basin, slowly drawing out the slightly splintered stick, and tossing it over his shoulder as he watched the now somewhat reddish, and mucky water drain away into the hole. "Finally. It is unclogged, folks! Feel free to wash your hands and clean your faces!" Yelled the Rashaq, turning his head over his shoulder, and cupping his hand over his mouth to amplify the sound, before turning his head and squatting down to pick up an old and deteriorated plug, pausing midway as his ears twitched, hearing that ever so familiar sound…
Glugglugglugglugskrsssh.
He paused and slowly turned his head to the basin just above his shoulders and stood back up and stared into the rusty basin with wide eyes, his eyes flicking from side to side to notice the splotches of red from earlier slowly draining into the basin's drain. Rokh'Pokka stood there for nearly half a minute, staring and listening to the sickening gurgling noises coming from the water draining into the sink, before suddenly turning off and striding over to the nearby ladder, extending a hand, and slowly wrapping his fingers about one of the rungs in his reach. He slowly inch wormed up the ladder, pursing his lips as he felt a wave of nausea hit him as he brought himself over the edge of the platform. The other Pride members went about their business as normally as possible, occasionally giving some worried glances or a few hushed mutters as their Alpha lay upon the platform above the ladder, whimpering and lightly sobbing for a half hour or so, before eventually dragging himself to his chambers to rest for the coming day, a single phrase running through his head like a river constantly burbling and lapping at his mind, to remind him of it's presence.
"There's nothing worse than that gurgling sound…"
(quick thing I threw together in like 10 minutes and absolute garbage but it seems good enough to post here)
