#*hops around*

Great. Now I'm thinking of making a clan composed of bovidae. Inspired by the works of @donutfloats 

Kiwi:Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.

How did this even end up happening? This shouldn't have happened. Maybe they shouldn't have rented out such a nice house to stay in for the time being. But when you have the money you might as well use it. Of course they wouldn't care if anything was stolen. Material objects were unneeded in this situation. But if this man wasn't waving around one of those completely ridiculous guns they'd let him at the entire place and just leave. He looked completely mad. Gods, they hated this future. Weapons were glorified, and people were going absolutely crazy.

Tigris and Caspian stood against the wall their hands out as they tried to talk him out of setting the gun down. "Hey, listen, we'll let you take whatever you want, we're leaving in fact, so please, just calm down, and get rid of the gun," Tigris said with a nervous sort of smile. It didn't matter how fast they healed and that this wouldn't kill them. It would still hurt, and immobilize them for a short period if either of them got shot. And they really didn't need that at the moment. Her nervous smile faltered and she just looked up at the ceiling, her mind racing.

"Listen to her, please," Caspian said, shielding his sister with his larger form. The man just kept the gun up, obviously not trusting what they were saying. Was he wanted? They'd not seen anything about him anywhere. He didn't look familiar. But he was obviously not all there in the head. "We really don't want to hurt you, please, put it down," he nearly begged knowing that if this got worse they'd have no choice but to hurt him, or worse kill him in order to keep anything else from happening.