My Hunky Mate Rejected Me
Their aura was all dark gray.
"Well, well, well. What a sight!" The oldest rouge said.
"Seems like we landed ourselves some snack, boys," the rouge licked his tongue, and all chuckled.
She cautiously turned in their direction and snarled.
"Feisty bitch. Meow, meow? Ruff, ruff? ...I like it," the red-haired rouge mocked.
"Where are you looking at? I’m right here, sweetheart," the old rogue mused.
She snarled again, preparing herself for an attack.
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