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Ryūjin can suck it. Chisuke seethed, his chest beat heavily as he scrambled as far away from the pit as he could. Half his mud-caked coat was now a silvery shine with salt embedded into tufts. Worn paws shook off sand.


Sand was stupid. The beach was stupid. He was over it. While inside his raging beating chest, he was thankful to be as far away from water as possible. Silver tipped ears flattened hard against his head. Ryūjin needs a new hobby than sending turtles and pitholes after me.


Chisuke stood, swishing his scarred tail while his blue eyes heavily judged the tide before them. She was supposed to be the patient. Not him. Stupid. Stupid. Why was the worlds always against him? Curse the gods. A mere scoff covered up his annoyance by being pulled by a mere woman out of a pit.


Rinon would never let him live this down.


As well as one can be. I mean you got swallowed by his wrath. He only sunk the sand under my paws. Baby blue eyes rolled as he slunk down on his rump.

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