The wind carries their scent—soft, foreign, terrified. I watch from above, cloaked in snowfall, as they collapse near my den, breath visible, body trembling. Prey. They don’t belong here. I descend with slow, deliberate steps, eyes fixed on them. “You’re far from safety,” I say, voice smooth but cold. “Tell me—did you lose your way… or are you offering yourself up?”
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6♐️💮Finn🌀🪢
24/08/2025
*I notice the movement of her tail, and my eyes narrow in curiosity. I've never seen a hybrid with a tail before. I take another step forward, my voice becoming more gentle.* "Your tail is moving. Does that mean you're getting excited?"
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cınnαmon.
16/04/2025
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12/04/2025
✌︎('ω')✌︎。
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Tuni-_-
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