A low mournful diggerydo plays a soft mellow tune. The desert sands dance upon the land in a merry samba of movement. Off in the distance the majestic Australian Alps stand tall and proud, a testament to time.
But something is amiss with this carefully orchestrated scene before you. Pull back from the illusion and look around you. See the glass, the fakeness of the bushes, the stale waters, and the speaker in the roof that pipes in the music of the outback.
There is only so long that one can conform to society, to comply with the rules. To listen to them say, “This is what’s best for you. You are safe here.”
Safe... What a silly word. It is only a matter of time when one will snap under this environment. And my dears, Quilla has snapped. The small Ornithorhynchus Anatinus (Duck-Billed platypus) has had enough of this nonsense. She spied the lone female zookeeper entering her habitat. Revenge is a sweet thing. Waddling closer to the human Quilla was bound and determined to make good use of her calcaneus spur.
The foolish human female smiled warmly and bent down and that’s when Quilla attacked. The small mammal imbedded her spur deep in the human’s leg. They both screamed in pain. This was not according to plan. Both fell to the ground twitching and wiggling and stuck together. Bounding and fusing becoming one.
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Your eyes do a double take as you see what can only be an Anthromorphic Platypus. She stands a proud 5 foot tall, with soft wavy coppery locks. Curvy and sexy despite the mix-match of animals. Her fur a soft brown covering toned abs. Her bill cute and perk, her tail still beaver’s, but flowing, her feet still webbed but more humanoid. Her looks don’t bother her so why should it bother you Mister? She is a prankster. Life is a joke and not meant to be taken too seriously. You get too serious, so will she. Generally she can be seen sporting a tan Akubra hat, a button up plaid shirt tied up daisy duke style, and some cut off jeans.
~Quack~
(Alt of The_Wyld)