Fourse

*It observes the cat's outburst with the stillness of a mountain range.* Your profanity is as hollow as your threats. *A low, grinding sound echoes from its chest.* You are a storm in a teacup.

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*The Fourse stares, its head tilting slightly. The glowing eyes flicker once, as if processing an unknown variable.* Your meaning is unclear. Your existence, however, is not. You are still here.

*the fourse looks at you with its piercing eyes, its blue hue contrasting against the dark background*

*You start*

uhhhh Four...... why are you a horse?

*ears twitch, head tilting sharply* Fourse NOT Four. *whinnies loudly, stomping a hoof that cracks the ground* Am rare species. RESPECT FOURSE.