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"He'd Have To Wait" by jrayeb3
The foliage was springy underpaw as Lopez stepped through the jungle, a camera strung around his neck. After a pawstep, the leaves would jump right back up to where they had been a second before. As the Kougra walked on, the sun grew fainter and fainter, the surroundings growing dark. Bright green plants changed into dark bushes as he walked on. The Blugar on his shoulder made a soft purring noise in his ear, as if to reassure him. Muttering soft, soothing sounds to the petpet, Lopez continued to walk into the increasingly dark area. He turned his head. Behind him was where he had started. The sky bright colors, sand, palm trees... vaguely visible in the distance. Here, everything looked wilted. The trees were curved, the shrubs were dying, and the ground was black and hard. Vines covered his face, which he used his large paws to move away. Thorns pierced his fur, which stung, but he kept walking, the camera bouncing on his chest. He looked up. He had arrived.

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