tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
So you come back with a wagon and find a bear. Cool. Cool cool cool.
You have never seen a bear before. You have, however, heard of bears, and the descriptions you've been given are, well... much less fluffy, you suppose. Though he certainly fits the criteria of big claws and big teeth and big eyes and all-around bigness, giving you a moment's pause as you look the Felix-creature up and down, clearly somewhat impressed and not a little relieved that he didn't shift that night you dragged him away from the brothel. That would not have been a fair fight.
"Quite the look." You consider helping him carry the sandbags, but honestly, he seems to have it well in paw. "This what yer da looked like, too?" As soon as he's filled the wagon sufficiently you'll begin pulling it back toward town, making your way to the banks of the canals that definitely aren't a fucking flood risk, nope.
You have never seen a bear before. You have, however, heard of bears, and the descriptions you've been given are, well... much less fluffy, you suppose. Though he certainly fits the criteria of big claws and big teeth and big eyes and all-around bigness, giving you a moment's pause as you look the Felix-creature up and down, clearly somewhat impressed and not a little relieved that he didn't shift that night you dragged him away from the brothel. That would not have been a fair fight.
"Quite the look." You consider helping him carry the sandbags, but honestly, he seems to have it well in paw. "This what yer da looked like, too?" As soon as he's filled the wagon sufficiently you'll begin pulling it back toward town, making your way to the banks of the canals that definitely aren't a fucking flood risk, nope.
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