05-24-2021, 11:08 PM
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The “faux-cheetahcore” landed atop a junk heap with a loud beat of his leather wings. His nose wrinkled at the scent of decomposing human garbage, but he understood the benefits of salvaging outweighed the temporary discomfort, but he could still be a prima donna about it. When his paw squished into rotting furniture, he grimaced and shook out his wrist.
“A skeleton would be an improvement on the grossness in this shitheap.” He licked his lips, then immediately regretted the taste of grossness on his tongue. “At least a skeleton would be picked clean of all the nastiness.”
He stepped in a wet icky squish; his body shivered.
One beat of his wings later, he soared low in the sky. “Fucking wet trash is the worst. Anyone see anything interesting for Xi to investigate?”
“A skeleton would be an improvement on the grossness in this shitheap.” He licked his lips, then immediately regretted the taste of grossness on his tongue. “At least a skeleton would be picked clean of all the nastiness.”
He stepped in a wet icky squish; his body shivered.
One beat of his wings later, he soared low in the sky. “Fucking wet trash is the worst. Anyone see anything interesting for Xi to investigate?”