The mutated wolf shivered, shaking out zir fur and testing the flexibility of this thing’s wiggly wobbly spine. “Relief? Nah, I just get bored, man. Our perception informs our reality, and I am really damn tired of the same boring bullshit. Do you realize my hearing and sense of smell completely changed when I shifted from jaguar to wolf? Like, really. Living the same day on repeat, over and over, that’s what you single skins do. Eating, shitting, and waiting to die. Ain’t it sad most of you little critters will never be able to experience anything outside your first skin?”
Vale shook out zir fur again, dropping the philosophical ramble as quickly as ze walked into it. “Aight, right. Weed. Sativa, better have that shit. You got art supplies? Painting on sativa is lit, my man.”
Vale shook out zir fur again, dropping the philosophical ramble as quickly as ze walked into it. “Aight, right. Weed. Sativa, better have that shit. You got art supplies? Painting on sativa is lit, my man.”
pittian ★ winged wolf ★ literally chaos
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