(A picture of Jacob's fursona, in anthro form, sitting in the middle of the forest.)
In his muzzle, a single red rose he clenches tightly with his canines, a smile forming around it.
His eyes hold a warm, welcoming and rather attractive charm, as he tries to lure in the prize of his gaze.
He ever so gently raises a fore-arm and places it beside him, a few inches from his body. Lightly he pats the ground, caressing the grass with his claws.
As he slides his other paw upon his leg, a new look takes place. A rather sweet look.
With his teeth clenching the rose, he manages to speak,
"Won't you join a poor, lonely assassin..?"
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I found this amusing xD
Line art not mine.
*DO NOT STEAL JACOB'S FURSONA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT BELONGS TO ME AND HIM ONLY!*