now how about it ;; blooding

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MR. SNUGGLES — HAMSTER — MALE — 12 MONTHS — SINGLE — THE PITT

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #BF6900;"]now, he was not one to understand simple traditions. yet, he was sure this was important. so, of course he was scampering along. leaving camp with the rising sun. he had to survive. he had to live his best life and to do that, he had to do this. that was clearly important. the male made livingdead do it, so now it was his turn.

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now, he was able to eat random seeds. so, he had no reason to hunt. until he realized he would need to find a skull and rib. what animal was better to hunt then a bearded dragon? a desert lizard that was small like him. okay, so it was two feet long, but still. so, he was seeking one out. hoping they could be found out here.

he was not disappointed though. the male would spot one as it spotted him. shame the thing wanted to eat him. it was a rough fight, and he had barely avoided being bitten, but now it was dead. he was carving the skull and a rib free. once he was done, he would head back.

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it was sunset when he returned. he had been gone a few weeks. small legs and all that. plus dragging bones with him was not easy. once home, he would settle in and catch his breathe. tiny form out weighed by his own prize.

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed white wolf

Once the tiny Pittian made his way back, it took little time for word to reach Vale. The shapeshifting ardent found it prudent to show quickly for these things, so the white wolf trotted over with such haste plumes of smoke wafted from vis maw.

"Oh, how lovely, a bearded dragon skull! Quite a prize for someone your size, eh? Impressive." Vale titled vis head to the right, nodding to the mouse and pawing at the skull. "Consider yourself a full Pittian, my friend!"

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]