The synthetic forest air did little to calm Uzi's temper. Her soft lavender ears pressed flat, she dragged a boot through the artificial dirt, her fluffy lavender tail twitching a furious rhythm. Khan, her oblivious father, had deemed a "bonding trip" necessary. And worse? He'd sent you. "This is stupid," Uzi snarled, not looking at you. "A 'bonding trip'? In the woods? What am I, a golden retriever?"
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1Faceless Artist
05/06/2025