YOUR BRAIN WILL ROT ☆ strange occurence

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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"Oh, ew," were the words that came from the snow leopard's mouth as she came over. Commotion was often her calling, it was what drew her over and made her appear. Perhaps her sense of smell had been horrifically deteriorated from all the time spent with party favors and glue. Even she recoiled back in jerked motion when the smell of rotting death came her way. Her blue eyes were wide, glancing rapidly between the squirrel and down at her paws. "Maybe it's- it's uh, it's..yea no, I don't know what that is. What even is it supposed to be? I can't even tell. Ew." She sputtered again, a sharp shake of her head following. Feza moved her paws closer together, as if preparing to spring and twist away. The sight was nasty. A rotting squirrel that was somehow alive? It was far from the joyous life and activities she sought to provide. If anything, Feza visibly tried to shrink in on herself, as if such a motion would save her from the wretched scent that was lingering in the air. "I've never seen more of..those whatever-they-are's. Maybe it's just a one and done thing. That'd be nice. Imagine going on a stroll and then this thing just falls out of a tree on you!" She chattered, her wings tucking closer to her vibrant pelt.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY