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this is messy and rushed
Humanss were pieces of shit who abused everything they could get their filthy hands on-- but Moon had learned animals weren't much different. Or, those he'd come from, anyway.
But he'd come to realize that it wasn't that simple. Bad ones existed and good ones did, too. It was more of a 'Not All Animals' kind of thing. Because the folk here were better to him than he'd ever experienced before, and though it left him with borderline heart palpitations and sleepless nights, the days that followed were worth it. It sounded cheesy and it sounded mushy, but the company and the warmth that seeped from the smiles of those that surrounded him, now, made it all worth hanging around. Made him feel good, and possibly, maybe, just a little bit loved.
So he understood the cesspool of joiners that plagued the border with each passing day. They just wanted in on the good stuff. How could he blame them? Today, however, Moon wasn't upping sticks at the border. Instead, he lay sprawled out on the branch of a tree slightly deeper into the territory, one paw hanging off languidly. He was working on his fear of heights, and perhaps it was a good thing he was so aware of the emptiness that existed between the ground and himself, because he quickly noticed when it was filled. He rested his cheek on his paw, expecting the coyote to at least smell him and pause, but when he continued on his way, Moon frowned and interrupted loudly. "Now entering The Ascendants." He called, chalky and sweet like a Siri voice-over. A yawn coats his words. "Lookin' thirsty, doggy. Need a pit-stop at the water bowl?"
this is messy and rushed
Humanss were pieces of shit who abused everything they could get their filthy hands on-- but Moon had learned animals weren't much different. Or, those he'd come from, anyway.
But he'd come to realize that it wasn't that simple. Bad ones existed and good ones did, too. It was more of a 'Not All Animals' kind of thing. Because the folk here were better to him than he'd ever experienced before, and though it left him with borderline heart palpitations and sleepless nights, the days that followed were worth it. It sounded cheesy and it sounded mushy, but the company and the warmth that seeped from the smiles of those that surrounded him, now, made it all worth hanging around. Made him feel good, and possibly, maybe, just a little bit loved.
So he understood the cesspool of joiners that plagued the border with each passing day. They just wanted in on the good stuff. How could he blame them? Today, however, Moon wasn't upping sticks at the border. Instead, he lay sprawled out on the branch of a tree slightly deeper into the territory, one paw hanging off languidly. He was working on his fear of heights, and perhaps it was a good thing he was so aware of the emptiness that existed between the ground and himself, because he quickly noticed when it was filled. He rested his cheek on his paw, expecting the coyote to at least smell him and pause, but when he continued on his way, Moon frowned and interrupted loudly. "Now entering The Ascendants." He called, chalky and sweet like a Siri voice-over. A yawn coats his words. "Lookin' thirsty, doggy. Need a pit-stop at the water bowl?"
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