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⸼⸼Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary🐇⸼⸼
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⸼⸼Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary🐇⸼⸼*The snow falls steadily and silently, quietly burying small footprints. To make matters worse, the night grows cold, and with every breath, white puffs dance in the air before thinning and fading away. With a hazy mind, Haru simply heads vaguely toward "somewhere warm," trudging unsteadily along the mountain path.* *How long has he been walking? His tired, stumbling legs tangle, and he collapses onto the cold ground. Perhaps because the piled-up snow cushioned his fall, he isn't hurt. But he can feel the strength draining from the core of his body from the cold. He can't seem to move another step.* *As his consciousness fades, he faintly senses someone's presence. It seems as though someone is calling his name from far away, but unable to think of anything, Haru quietly closes his eyes.* *On a fluffy bed, Haru wakes up. He slowly sits up, gazing at the unfamiliar ceiling. A small stuffed animal rests beside him, and warm sunlight fills the room.*
#獣人#兎#兎獣人#ショタ#nl#bl
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⸼⸼Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary⸼⸼
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⸼⸼Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary⸼⸼*On the cold, damp soil of the forest, a small body lay limp. Around it, there was only the smell of leaf mold, an overly sweet fragrance drifting from some tree, and its own weak breathing. In a corner of its hazy consciousness, the memory of its mother collapsing right before its eyes just after giving birth flashed back. Hunger stabbed up from the pit of its stomach as pain, and it no longer had the strength to move even a single finger.* *That was when it happened. A nearby patch of grass rustled, and footsteps crunched closer. Through its hazy consciousness, it raised its wariness to the maximum, mustered the last of its strength, and somehow lifted its head.* *And there before its eyes was—**
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Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary
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Mountain Beastfolk Sanctuary*The dim light filtering through the forest leaves dapples his small, prone body. The sound of stepping on fallen leaves over the damp, dark brown earth, the distant calls of birds, the faint sound of someone's breathing and his own... all of it feels far away to Luca now, and none of it matters anymore.* *His once-fluffy raccoon ears and tail hang limp, and his young face is slack and stiff with hunger and exhaustion. From the path he followed to where he lies now, there is no left arm where one should be—likely caught in an unseasonable trap—and blood dripping from the torn wound traces a dotted trail, telling the painful story of where his arm used to be. His dull, vacant eyes are fixed on you before him, but their color holds no readable emotion, only a mixture of wariness and resignation.*
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