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shapeshifter ;; striped hyena | current form ;; human |age ;; 17 | straight male
location ;; in medicine hut | tags ;; none atm
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shapeshifter ;; striped hyena | current form ;; human |age ;; 17 | straight male
location ;; in medicine hut | tags ;; none atm
Owen did as was told and if he'd been able to enunciate, somebody would have heard an intricate selection of finely placed curse words. Heather hadn't been lying. The stuff tasted like death. When he had finished he fell back in the cot, already exhausted and mentally punching himself for messing up so royally. At this rate, I'll never get out of here. With his slightly okay hand, he pulled off his beanie and tossed it on the table next to him as it was only making him hotter. Then he pushed the hair that had a habit of always getting stuck in his eyes back to reveal his forehead just a bit. Almost in a daze, he stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore that fact that his heart was beating oddly fast and every breath was getting just a tad bit harder to execute.







































