Just some writing about one of my theriotypes. (It's not very good. I'm just bored.)
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Small black paws tread quickly through the cold and wet snow. The small foxes fur is soaked from the melting flakes and rain. It sticks uncomfortably to his skin and all he can think of is being safe and warm inside his den.
The taste of the rabbit from yesterday's dinner lingers in his mouth as his stomach grumbles. It's too cold to hunt. He picks up his pace.
His paws numb from the cold ground. His fur stuck to him like tape. He quickly darts across the road, a speeding car just barely misses him, he doesn't stop or even glance back instead he just picks up his own speed.
After running non stop he finally crashed down into the snow. Unable to carry his cold and hungry body further. He thinks of food and his den. The two things that made him happy and just as everything was about to go quiet, a human boy appears.
The fox instantly manages to perk up, but he's still far to weak to run.
He bares his teeth but the boy just smiles, and then something....warm and soft lands on top of the fox. A blanket. The young boy tucks the blanket under the fox- hesitant in fear the animal would bite him.
The boy then makes sounds. Unfamiliar human words. The fox hasn't spent enough time around the strange species to understand any of them- but he can tell the boy is calm.
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That's where I'm going to end it:) (at least for now)
OMG THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE CONTINUE
TYSMMM 😠I'll def think about continuing it, I just gotta figure out what to write :)
