Kobe liked the smell of the cemetery. He liked the flicker of the lanterns hanging above in the trees. He liked the vermin he would feed on some times. The scent of the place reminded him of if you put pine sol and vodka together. It was intoxicating. He looked shrewd at the tree lights, but it was an additional feature in his cemetery. Which, had been home for six months.
He had crawled into an opening in the enchanted mausoleum. He slumbered there during the day. It was an old tribal ground. Nothing but spirit gods enchanting him, and complaining about him being disrespectful. He had been awake all night. Not much happened, but then he heard some noise, and sensed something as abominable as he was. He looked around, and saw someone walking around. He stood on his toes, and yelled, "Hey You look hungry!"
He had crawled into an opening in the enchanted mausoleum. He slumbered there during the day. It was an old tribal ground. Nothing but spirit gods enchanting him, and complaining about him being disrespectful. He had been awake all night. Not much happened, but then he heard some noise, and sensed something as abominable as he was. He looked around, and saw someone walking around. He stood on his toes, and yelled, "Hey You look hungry!"
