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zenner cooking

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zenner

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I love a yapper

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the forest sings

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Sorry for party rocking 💥

Step-by-step:

Tumblr raffle prize I finished for @dax-fox !🐰🔥

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Commish for HelloImKazz! 🌸

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went hiking

went hiking

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He's thinkin of other lore 💞

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little thing i go through every day

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Merry Christmas I guess...

Commish from the amazing @dragonpng !!!

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for @/zenfox on twitter

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"Finally found you. Can't believe you're out here. The gang that bad that you'd rather live closer to your true enemy, water? Hehe." Whiskey has not said a single word. The rat babbles on, despite the one-way conversation. "What happened to your hat? Glasses your thing now? Maybe you got something to hide behind those glasses. Catch me up to speed man, it's been a while." Whiskey pulls out a choker and wraps it around his wrists. It's as if he's deliberately reminding the rat of its previous owner. The rat frowns, realizing that maybe it was too easy to get the cat outta the bag. Maybe Whiskey was also anticipating his presence. He grins anyway, thinking he might as well keep prying on the cat. "No difference between that and my hands. He asked for it, haha. Thought I'd figure he was into that kinda stuff."

Whiskey unholsters his revolver. It glimmers under the sky, reflecting the colours of the beach. The rat lets out a snicker. "No way. That's impressive, maybe too impressive for you. Tell me, do you still flinch when you shoot guns?

Without hesitation, Whiskey raises his aim and shoots the rat's leg, immediately throwing him to the ground.

"Okay, alright I'm done joking around! You got me! I guess you don't flinch, let alone think for a second, good for you! Give me a second here will ya, all those assholes had it comin'!" Despite the rat's efforts to crawl away, there's no stopping Whiskey's approach. Whiskey takes his glasses off and folds it away into a pocket. He raises his handgun again towards the rat, and without a second wasted, he pulls at the trigger, letting out a second loud bang and a bullet straight to the rat's heart. Whiskey's eyes remain unflinching. After avenging all that mattered to Whiskey, he puts his glasses back on and walks away like it's a leisure stroll.

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yote trailin'

commission from twitter!

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Back in summer...

It gets pretty warm... could barely sweat through fur. In fact, wearing shirts in this kind of climate sounds insufferable... so who cares y'know?