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𝚜 𝚒 𝚖 𝚘 𝚗 . ᴍᴅɴɪ — ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ
crisp night air, easing into his car and priming the engine. He'd be looking for the glow of McDonalds sign, feeling better after blowing off some much needed steam.
October 28, 2024 at 1:19 AM
a slow breath, the surge of anger fading into a heavy, familiar exhaustion.

His stomach growled, and the thought of something simple and comforting crossed his mind..

"Hm- Maccas. A burger, fries, maybe even a sundae sounds perfect right now.."

Tossing on his jacket, he headed out into the -
October 28, 2024 at 1:19 AM
watched it, his breath gradually slowing, claws retracting, yet the metallic scent lingered around him.

Simon let his fists fall, breathing heavy, as the punching bag swayed before him. His knuckles throbbed, raw from the workout, and blood tinged his palms where his claws had dug in. He took -
October 28, 2024 at 1:18 AM
fists slamming into the bag.

Finally, as he drew back his arm one last time, he drove his fist forward with all the strength he could muster. The impact reverberated through his body, but he stood still, chest heaving, fists clenched and trembling.

The bag swung lazily in front of him, and he -
October 28, 2024 at 1:18 AM
empty space.

He could feel his shoulders tightening, his breath coming out in short growls, punctuated by sharp exhales as he released every ounce of frustration and tension he’d buried deep.

For a brief moment, his mind went silent, the world around him fading into the rhythmic noise of his -
October 28, 2024 at 1:16 AM
welcome, his testosterone and adrenaline stifled the pain, if anything he was burning excess fuel the only way the wolf knew how.

Each punch grew more intense, his powerful canid frame quaking with each swing. He snarled through his clenched teeth, a deep, guttural sound echoing around the -
October 28, 2024 at 1:16 AM
began to burn and his breathing grew ragged. His claws instinctively unsheathed, digging into his palms as he clenched his fists tighter, the sharp pain of his own claws a grounding force.

Blood welled up beneath his nails, but he didn't care, not now. The raw, biting pain was almost -
October 28, 2024 at 1:16 AM
curled back to bare his teeth as he threw another powerful punch, his knuckles aching as they slammed into the dense material. The stress of the last few days - missed payments, sleepless nights, and gnawing frustration, it all boiled over into every blow.

He didn’t stop, even as his muscles -
October 28, 2024 at 1:15 AM
🎸 my mate said it best. mother gave me life, barber helped me live 🙏 (my hair is a mess if I don’t get cut once a month)
October 26, 2024 at 4:15 PM
🎸 maybe I’m one of your stuffed animals? you’ll never know-

it does work, in conjunction with a warm shower and lemon tea. ;; I get husky voice often ha

treat yourself
October 26, 2024 at 3:41 PM
🎸 sick bearkits should be in bed, snuggled beneath like, blankets and stuffed animals.

or at least gargle salt water.
October 26, 2024 at 3:37 PM
- deep breath, gathering himself, and gave her an encouraging wink before moving toward his guitar, feeling her gaze on him like a warm, supportive spotlight.

“Have I got the audiences attention~?”
October 26, 2024 at 3:30 PM
moment feel just right.

Setting her down in the lounge with care, he gave a soft, lingering stroke along her cheek. "Be a good girl for me, Nixi, I need a little patience." he said with a smirk, letting his fingers trail down her arm. "Im.. still getting used to an audience." He took a -
October 26, 2024 at 3:28 PM
Simon chuckled as he scooped Nixi up into his arms, carefully cradling her. "Well uh- seems I was caught then-” He murmured, voice low and warm as he held her close. He carried her with ease, her tail swaying as she settled into his hold, and he felt her gentle weight press against him, making the -
October 26, 2024 at 3:26 PM
eyes from her petite form.

“Got a soft tune for you— if you’re up for it, that is.”
October 26, 2024 at 5:30 AM
Simon chuckled softly, hands moving with gentle care through her fur, pulling out bits of straw as he offered an adoring nuzzle against her fluffed cheek.

“Sounds fair! Once you’re all set, I’ll, uh- grab my guitar.” He paused, brushing another stray from her coat as he sheepishly shifted his -
October 26, 2024 at 5:29 AM
“Long day?.. uh- c’mere.. let me help you with the hay..”

The wolf sheepishly invited as he pat his lap a few times, setting down his guitar. A timid yet warm smile curling on his gaunt cheeks, he’d get her cleaned up.
October 24, 2024 at 10:25 PM
Simon enveloped Vinnie in his arms, dragging the pooch into his embrace. He didn’t mean to smother him but.. he wanted to dote on someone tonight. The wolf gently lapped at his cheek, a soft, guttural growl resonated from his throat as a soft hum.
October 24, 2024 at 7:48 AM
Worship deez.. uh- hugs..

c’mere pooch, cuddle and licking, I haven’t had a chance to groom your cheeks today.
October 24, 2024 at 7:15 AM
thinks you're holding back, then so will he, because the last thing he wants is to hurt you in his excitement.
October 20, 2024 at 8:25 PM
him, then how do you expect to get his blood pumping?

He's 𝐧𝐨𝐭 a masochist, he wants to feel alive, he wants an excuse to 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 your lethargic organs, leave your legs 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, feel the adrenaline and testosterone race in his blood as he 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 your 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬.

Though he has to match energy. If Simon -
October 20, 2024 at 8:25 PM