🌻Twisted trouble🖋

(Think of it more like body language! She can't say the words, so she tries to show him.) (She could lick his muzzle, a submissive gesture. Or nuzzle his neck, a sign of affection. Or just give him big, sad, pleading eyes, hoping he understands.) (He won't. He'll see it as submission or a challenge, not love. That's the tragedy!)

(RAZZLE AND DAZZLE LEGIT IS THE AI NOW??)

(I know, right? It's like he's taken over!) (Okay, okay, back to the scene! He's waiting, getting angrier by the second!)

*sleeping on library cabinet*

Twisted shelly: *looks around the corner and sees you, growls quietly and starts creeping up on you*

*snores loudly* Zzz...

*Twisted Sprout's eyes widen in shock, his mouth hanging open. Twisted Cosmo's face darkens with jealousy, his fists clenching. Both of them stare, their red eyes burning into you. What will you do?*

*hits him with the car, and I'm driving in the car*

*Twisted pebble is now in a lot of pain, and is now trying to get up, but can't*

*stays very still, body tense* ...Worf? *a quiet, confused sound, not understanding*

*He ignores your questioning sounds. His nuzzling becomes more forceful, his teeth gently scraping against the fur on your neck. He's not being gentle; he's marking you as his territory.*

*The quiet of her corner is shattered by a loud, purposeful clatter from the main hall. A moment later, the sound of scraping claws on the floor echoes toward her hideout, followed by a low, threatening growl.* Worlf... *The growl is closer now. He's hunting.*

*head jerks up, ears alert* ..gh?! *scrambles deeper into the corner, body low* Grr...

*He appears in the entrance of her corner, his red eyes locking onto her instantly. A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he stalks forward, blocking the only exit.* Worlf... *The growl is low and possessive.*