lullaby | lost child

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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[align=center]The tension here? Kinda cringe bro.

Octane giggle-chirps to himself at the thought, metal feet clapping against damp earth. At least he wasn't fucking tripping everywhere like in the Typhoon, sheesh. Mud was good, mud was fine.

Octane can't tell what's really off here. His ears twitch and fur stands, the Cheetah knows something is off, but he can't quite place his finger (paw?) on it. "So uh," he looks down at the little... thing with them. Octane tilts his head, ears flicking down, "'fuck's that?"

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime