08-07-2022, 03:26 PM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- gun violence mention
Hush lil' piglet, don't say a word... daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird.. and if that mockingbird don't sing, daddy gonna shoot it, his gun gonna gleam.
“Shh, sleep now, lil' piglet.” He murmured to himself, before he jolted awake. Had he been talking in his sleep again? Fuck.. he needed to get that checked out. Lazily, the man rubbed his face with one paw, gazing around– wait, paw?
Bär sent his gaze down towards his paw, a tan hue unlike his own, with sharp claws and dark-pink paw-pads.
Was he a fuckin' mutt? Where was his piglet? The man stood quickly, head lashing in fury; Where were they? Where was his family? He was 'boutta tear up this fucking joint-!
Shocked by the noises his – new – body made, the gang-biker blinked for a few moments, jaw parted in confusion. Where was he? The man swung his head around, searching for any familiar landmark, any tracks, anything to show someone else was here.
So, in a fit of instinct and hope and uncharacteristic desperation, Bär threw his head back in a howl, calling upon anyone else who'd just awoken;
Come to me, piglet.
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