25 September 2011
Six Sentence Sunday 9/25
Happy Sundog everyone! This week, I'm spending mine on an impromptu visit to my parents', so I'm going to be covered in sundogs of my own. ^_^ I'm honored and humbled by the fact that you're spending part of your day with me. It really means a lot.
So please go spend some time with my fellow Sunday Sixers. You'll be hard-pressed to find a more talented group of people, I assure you.
This week's six is the description of the sixteen, the python/black widow hybrid that's Dima's last hurdle to getting out of that stupid endurance challenge unscathed. It's not going to be easy, though.
Its neck had to be at least seven feet in length, maybe more, and led up to a snake head with eight beady eyes, two of them slit; the others were pitch black and clustered in the center of its head. Two spider-pinchers rested in the corners of its jaws, which it unhinged to let me see the extent of its bite. It’d be able to swallow me whole. Hooooly shit.
Its body was a spider’s thorax, with eight leathery legs attached to a body covered in dark greenish-gray scales. The crimson hourglass marking its back was so vibrant it almost glowed.