09-26-2017, 11:03 PM
A few weeks passed. Flatwoods hoped that he was infertile or his heat wasn't early. He seriously hoped it was one or the other. As he rested in a semi-consious state, he noticed he didn't feel too well. He REALLY didn't feel good at all. Groaning, Flatwoods curled up, hugging his knees to his chest. Some instinctual feeling made him wish the one he mated was here with him, in his arms. No, no. That was just a post-heat fantasy. Humans who find monsters like him would just tell their story to pop up in news or an urban legend.