Janus lay bl•eding on the forest floor. There was a wound in his snake tail, where a pair of human legs should be. He'd encountered a group of hunters just now. He sighed. He should've known they'd catch up to him eventually.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
"Relax, I only sh·t him in the tail ten times. 'sides, you gotta admit those things are creepy as ."
"No, that was a harmless animal! And it was half human! Robert, you like mythical creatures, right? What if that was a naga? Wouldn't you want to keep it alive to study its magical qualities?"
"...Patton, even I'm smart enough to know that thing needed to be exterminated. Mythical naga or not."
At this point, Patton was grasping at straws, and found no use in arguing. Without another word, he turned away from the group and went to the wounded creature, much to the protests of the other group members.
"I'm not going to hurt you... Those guys are just mean, buddy, it'll be okay... How about I patch
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