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if this gets 50,000 notes before midnight cst today (9/20/23) ends i'll tell my final crush my thoughts and then i can get on with my life
this is fun for me to watch because its literally not possible to do in 10 hours but people will try anyway
3.5 hours and i win again
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*Cries* I am so sorry I never answered thisÂ
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophia nodded, agreeing with him. âsand would not be sturdy.â she added, âif we follow the river far enough weâll probably find some mountains or hills.â
He smiles at her. âGood idea!â He nuzzles her before doing just that.
She smiled, his excitement was charming. she followed his lead, picking her path more carefully as they made their way up river.
Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks. He sniffs the air as ears move about. He then turns to Z'sophia. "We need to cross the river. Now."
Podrido was already swimming across.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophia nodded, agreeing with him. âsand would not be sturdy.â she added, âif we follow the river far enough weâll probably find some mountains or hills.â
He smiles at her. "Good idea!" He nuzzles her before doing just that.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophia gave a happy whine pressing her forehead against Midnightâs chest her tail wagging before glancing past him at the black troll. her instincts causing her hackles to raise, â⌠Midnight⌠who is that?â she growled softly.
âNo one important.â He growls as well. âNothing but a killer and a thief. His Ascuasâs mate, Gunmar.â
Podrido snarls at this Gunmar before walking away. âLetâs go.â
âI donât like him.â she huffed lightly, before following after Midnight and Podrido, saying nothing more worried sheâd already spoken out of turn.Â
âNo one does.â Midnight says as they fallow the river once more. âSo where do you want to have the pups?â
âSomewhere quiet⌠warm⌠easy to protect should something happen.â it was vague, but she didnât know the area they were at. âAnywhere you think would be a good place to defend a den, iâll follow.â she smiled and pressed against his side as they walked.
"We should find a place that isn't so sandy." He says as he leans into her. "I have never made a den in sand before."
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The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophia gave a happy whine pressing her forehead against Midnightâs chest her tail wagging before glancing past him at the black troll. her instincts causing her hackles to raise, â⌠Midnight⌠who is that?â she growled softly.
âNo one important.â He growls as well. âNothing but a killer and a thief. His Ascuasâs mate, Gunmar.â
Podrido snarls at this Gunmar before walking away. âLetâs go.â
âI donât like him.â she huffed lightly, before following after Midnight and Podrido, saying nothing more worried sheâd already spoken out of turn.Â
"No one does." Midnight says as they fallow the river once more. "So where do you want to have the pups?"
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophia gave a happy whine pressing her forehead against Midnightâs chest her tail wagging before glancing past him at the black troll. her instincts causing her hackles to raise, â⌠Midnight⌠who is that?â she growled softly.
"No one important." He growls as well. "Nothing but a killer and a thief. His Ascuas's mate, Gunmar."
Podrido snarls at this Gunmar before walking away. "Let's go."
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
She leaned into him, looking up at him, âYou⌠truly mean that?â she didnât seem to know how to respond to that.
âevery word.â He promises her.
Zâsophia smiled and gave him a playful nip. âI think youâre quite handsome as well⌠for what itâs worth.â
He puff out his chest in pride. He then nudges her away from the crowd while wagging his tail. After all there was important things toâŚ. Talk about.
A month passed and it was time to leave again.
She followed his nudging quite happily, her own tail wagging as well.
th month passed quickly it seemed, but it was hard to miss the shift. ombres readying to return to their homes. Zâsophia blinked before going to look for Midnight and Podrido not wanting to be left behind.
Midnight looked bored as his father was glaring at some black troll that had one eye and long horns. Midnight light up like the sun when he saw Z'sophia. He run up to her and nuzzles her.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
She leaned into him, looking up at him, âYou⌠truly mean that?â she didnât seem to know how to respond to that.
âevery word.â He promises her.
Zâsophia smiled and gave him a playful nip. âI think youâre quite handsome as well⌠for what itâs worth.â
He puff out his chest in pride. He then nudges her away from the crowd while wagging his tail. After all there was important things to.... Talk about.
A month passed and it was time to leave again.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
She leaned into him, looking up at him, âYou⌠truly mean that?â she didnât seem to know how to respond to that.
"every word.' He promises her.
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The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
her tail started to wag a little, before giving a soft bark of excitement. âthank you.â she turned to go look around, curious as to what was even happening.
Little ones were chasing eachother. Adults talked and laughed together. In the center of all of it. There was dancing. Midnight was even dancing there. He sees her and smiles. He starts to do a strange dance. It was fast and sharp.
Zâsophia watched, seemingly mesmerized. Dancing was not new to her, but sheâd never been so close to a dancing circle or seen dancers moving so sharply or quickly. She sat down unable to tear her gaze away.
He smiles at this and keeps dancing. Then he stops and trots over to her and rubs himself against her while purring very loudly.
Zâsophia blushed, unsure of what to do for a moment, glancing around, though she did not push him away. Instead, she lightly brushed her head beneath his jaw with a soft huff. Unable to purr, she had other methods to get her point across. grinning as she decided it was her turn to play, making her way to the dancing circle, here tail continuing to brush along his jaw and neck as she passed by.
Deep black and piercing white flashed as she moved, her paws finding beat to the music, her tail moving like a dancerâs train.
He wags his tail as he watches her dance. When she is done he comes up to her and rubs himself against her. "You are beautiful."
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
her tail started to wag a little, before giving a soft bark of excitement. âthank you.â she turned to go look around, curious as to what was even happening.
Little ones were chasing eachother. Adults talked and laughed together. In the center of all of it. There was dancing. Midnight was even dancing there. He sees her and smiles. He starts to do a strange dance. It was fast and sharp.
Zâsophia watched, seemingly mesmerized. Dancing was not new to her, but sheâd never been so close to a dancing circle or seen dancers moving so sharply or quickly. She sat down unable to tear her gaze away.
He smiles at this and keeps dancing. Then he stops and trots over to her and rubs himself against her while purring very loudly.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
her tail started to wag a little, before giving a soft bark of excitement. âthank you.â she turned to go look around, curious as to what was even happening.
Little ones were chasing eachother. Adults talked and laughed together. In the center of all of it. There was dancing. Midnight was even dancing there. He sees her and smiles. He starts to do a strange dance. It was fast and sharp.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Z;sophia followed suit but did not go to sleep, opting to stay alert, her ears swiveling to listen for any angers. shee was not familiar with where they were and new lands mean new dangers.
Podrido let out a chuckle but leaves her be. Sometime later they both get up and head up river. Midnight looked more exited then anything.
Zâsophia trotted after them pausing to sniff at new plants curiously, sneezing at a few that seemed to aggravate hr senses a bit, then running to catch up. she couldnât help the nervous energy that came from the excitement Midnight was giving off. something was coming.
That is when they came to a spot where thousands of creatures like Podrido and Midnight gathered together.
Without another word, Midnight ran off to the gathering.
âStay close to me.â Podrido tells her as he walks on the outside of the group.
Zâsophia did as he said, her shoulder pressed against his side, the sheer number of creatures making her nervous. âso manyâŚâ she whispered softly, her ears folding back and tail dropping down practically tucking between her legs.
He says nothing until he finds a large rock and starts to dig. "Look around while I make a den. Oh wait." He pauses and puts his necklace on her. "So they know what clan you come from."
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Z;sophia followed suit but did not go to sleep, opting to stay alert, her ears swiveling to listen for any angers. shee was not familiar with where they were and new lands mean new dangers.
Podrido let out a chuckle but leaves her be. Sometime later they both get up and head up river. Midnight looked more exited then anything.
Zâsophia trotted after them pausing to sniff at new plants curiously, sneezing at a few that seemed to aggravate hr senses a bit, then running to catch up. she couldnât help the nervous energy that came from the excitement Midnight was giving off. something was coming.
That is when they came to a spot where thousands of creatures like Podrido and Midnight gathered together.
Without another word, Midnight ran off to the gathering.
"Stay close to me." Podrido tells her as he walks on the outside of the group.
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The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Z;sophia followed suit but did not go to sleep, opting to stay alert, her ears swiveling to listen for any angers. shee was not familiar with where they were and new lands mean new dangers.
Podrido let out a chuckle but leaves her be. Sometime later they both get up and head up river. Midnight looked more exited then anything.
The winter was unforgiving. It had been years and she was still not used to being without her pack. Z'sophia trudged through snow on bleeding paw pads, the biting cold a struggle even for one bred and raised in the harshest of climates. But she pressed on. Her senses had caught something new, something... interesting. a pack, but a pack of creatures she did not recognize. she'd been ghosting after them for a week now. only growing more and more curious.
There was two of them. A father and his son. The father seemed not quite there while the son knew that she was there. When he brought food for his father he would leave some for her before moving on. One night the son left his father alone in a den so he could hunt.
Zâsophiaâs hackles rose at Midnight though she made no retort âIt is hard to believe that sometimesâŚâ she watched the younger male leave and looked to Podrido âI will do my best in spite of it though.â she slowly stepped onto the raft madee uneasy on four paws on water laying on her stomach again trembling.
âDonât worry Iâll make him forget.â Podrido says before pulling her into the water. They swam for days without stopping.
The worst part was thee sea sickness, though she managed to suck it up, helping Podrido catch fish every few days so they didnât go hungry, tying small bits of bait to the long hairs in her tail to attract fish and pull them up onto the raft.
At times Midnight would dive down and brings up fish that are the side of a human. He would sometimes give her one.
Finally they come to the opening of a river. A very large river. They swim into it for a little bit before going to the shore.
Zâsophia was verey happy to be back on land, immediately hopping to land and sniffing about quite happily to get her bearings.
Midnight huffs before walking laying down. Podrido joins him before falling asleep.
