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if your id is down here, pm me to have me turn on my studs. they are turned off because nobody can read, and i dont wanna deal with stud requests from people who chose to ignore what ive written, sure, they dont have to read, but i dont have to pay them any mind either!
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Habibis allowed to ignore this stuff(pls announce urselfs)
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When you greet each other, *G2 Primal* exchanges with you a few interesting stories about his last trip to the waterhole.
*G2 Primal* invites you for a friendly wrestling session. You win, but he is a good sport about it.
You find yourself opening your eyes, laying in a massive field of tall, soft grass. Your ears are ringing so loudly, that you’re unable to fully get a grasp on your own surroundings. You squeeze your eyes shut, groaning softly as you deeply inhale. Sweet scents rush to your nose, the smell of fresh flowers, grass, even the sweet smell of watermelon tinged on the wind as you inhaled. As you exhale, you can feel the violent ringing within your ears begins to slowly dull, enabling you to slowly begin to hear your surroundings. At first, all you could hear was the wind, which seemed to be blowing modestly, picking up pieces of your fur from wherever it was slightly overgrown. As the ringing slowly dies down, you sit yourself up, taking another deep inhale, though this time is more so to get your bearings, as you feel a bit dizzy when you haul yourself into a sitting position. You shake yourself out a bit, finally enabling your gaze to waver away from your paws to roam the suspiciously open field. You scrunch your muzzle as you realize the ringing in your ears has fully gone, giving you the ability to hear something that you couldn’t hear before; music.
You move yourself to be standing, using your sharp senses to begin to roam towards the sound, getting a bit disoriented now and again, but as the music grew in volume, so did the sweet scents you’d smelled prior. You now realize you’d been downwind from whatever event you found yourself happening upon. You can smell other lion’s ahead through the thick grass, which was tall enough to block the view, up until now, of the rather run down looking barn you were stumbling upon. You find yourself soon walking out into an opening, and the sensation of many eyes burning into your flesh becomes painfully obvious. You see you are around many other lions, though they are all adorned with weird accessories, from jewels to makeshift wings. You glance down at your own paws, feeling a bit naked in comparison to the lions around you. A voice that was in front of the crowd cleared its throat, a golden lion adorned with all sorts of feathers and a nifty pair of wings from its back. It was sitting, a guitar strap tossed over its strong back, paws with extended claws ready to pluck strings. It then began to speak to the audience before it, drawing their stinging gazes off you, and even drawing in your own.
“Hey everybody, wanna thank you all for coming tonight, my names Steamy Ray Vaughn, and here’s a little bit of Rattlesnake.”
https://youtu.be/CYOPI8b0nS4
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