Each breath felt like an electric current, hot against the roof of his mouth and stirring in the air. He had long since given up on hunting on the ground, favoring a method that his lusus preferred - sticking to the trees. Through tough, leather like palms and sharp, yellow nails he could feel the ridges of tree bark sliding under him. It was almost a shimmy, pressing his knees against the trunk and inching upwards with each harsh movement.
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what if i made a fantroll playlist in 2020,,, haha jkjkjk

art is by me!!

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