ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ un: beetlejuice Hi Are all the deer like that here? And i guess, out of curiosity, if you’re still reading this What animal are you? Thanks .
ＡＬＬ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＥＡＴ [ community centers are a good place to meet people, right? legosi was far too new to ignore any warning signs, and a tad too pure to believe anything could go wrong at a public community center. for starters— the, what were they? primates with skin conditions? the majority of those who live here are “human” and a six foot tall anthropomorphic wolf from vore zootopia is not particularly . . . accustomed! he’s almost the only animal here! if not the only animal.
he sticks out like a sore thumb and looks absolutely out of place. feels it too, even with a dastardly appetite building up inside him. when was the last time he ate? oh, his tail droops. i hope they have eggs— do humans eat eggs? what do humans eat? they don’t look carnivorous, so maybe that’s a plus. wait, it isn’t if they’ll all be afraid of me, that’ll be nuts . . . those are all thoughts legosi has as he bounds up to the party’s entrance, and, ah.
the stench hits his snout before he steps in. he knows the smell of raw meat. he’s trained his body to cease reacting so strongly after his first (and only) withdrawal, and yet. why did it make his mouth water? why was he very literally, drooling? it frightens him, to say the least, but deafening curiosity and steeled resolve forces his legs to move and enter. organs, perfect. raw organs for everyone to get their paws on ohhh god why is his stomach moaning and why can he not turn around and walk away?
this young, freakishly tall wolf in his hoodie and sweatpants refrains completely from taking a plate, but one may see just how much he seems to suffer with his trembling and panting and— god, he thought he was through this. his claws are hidden away in his palms, but the drool . . . the drool lands right on you. ]
W-what kind of meat is that–?
[ he’s never smelt it in the black market, though something deep inside him already speaks the answer, he internally wishes it’s not that. ]
legosi ⭐️ beastars
un: beetlejuice
Hi
Are all the deer like that
here?
And i guess, out of curiosity, if you’re still reading this
What animal are you?
Thanks .
ＡＬＬ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＥＡＴ
[ community centers are a good place to meet people, right? legosi was far too new to ignore any warning signs, and a tad too pure to believe anything could go wrong at a public community center. for starters— the, what were they? primates with skin conditions? the majority of those who live here are “human” and a six foot tall anthropomorphic wolf from vore zootopia is not particularly . . . accustomed! he’s almost the only animal here! if not the only animal.
he sticks out like a sore thumb and looks absolutely out of place. feels it too, even with a dastardly appetite building up inside him. when was the last time he ate? oh, his tail droops. i hope they have eggs— do humans eat eggs? what do humans eat? they don’t look carnivorous, so maybe that’s a plus. wait, it isn’t if they’ll all be afraid of me, that’ll be nuts . . . those are all thoughts legosi has as he bounds up to the party’s entrance, and, ah.
the stench hits his snout before he steps in. he knows the smell of raw meat. he’s trained his body to cease reacting so strongly after his first (and only) withdrawal, and yet. why did it make his mouth water? why was he very literally, drooling? it frightens him, to say the least, but deafening curiosity and steeled resolve forces his legs to move and enter. organs, perfect. raw organs for everyone to get their paws on ohhh god why is his stomach moaning and why can he not turn around and walk away?
this young, freakishly tall wolf in his hoodie and sweatpants refrains completely from taking a plate, but one may see just how much he seems to suffer with his trembling and panting and— god, he thought he was through this. his claws are hidden away in his palms, but the drool . . . the drool lands right on you. ]
W-what kind of meat is that–?
[ he’s never smelt it in the black market, though something deep inside him already speaks the answer, he internally wishes it’s not that. ]