THE HUMAN RADIO // food supply raided

[PEYTRIVING P.]

PEYTRIVIING  M.

✯ — I KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN, OH

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peytriviing had admittedly slept in that morning compared to when they were normally awake. their more waking hours were in early dawn, as their bodys clock had gotten accustomed to their new schedule as a guard. they peeked out the open windows to the balcony of their suite and practically jumped out of the closet-turned-bedroom. their paws almost tripped over themselves rushing down the stairs to get back to their post, and paused to take a... oh.

the manticore sniffed, and a grimace tugged at their lips. the pitt? they h ad been there on a visit not long ago... "who ate my deer leg? i was looking forward to that." they growled, scorpion tail uncurling in annoyance. they didn't want to think it was the pitt, but telling by the unconscious bodies at the double doors to the mansion that was all they had to go off of.

"pres!" they called, turning their head toward the throne room. "we have an issue."

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✯ — GENDERLESS. THE ROSEBLOODS. HARD PHYSICALLY. MEDIUM MENTALLY. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.