dobell

A scrumptious but mysterious silhouette that lingers like a shadow in the hours of dusk. Except it’s not a shadow, a dobell has a mind of its own, and does not like to be analysed.

If you look at a dobell for too long, it will come out from the shadows bearing its pristine glistening fangs and eat you.

Some mesmerised skank: Do you see that shadow moving over there?

Some prick: yes! It’s a dobell! Quickly look away!