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•o ̆·.❖✭✿⌔⇢

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I haven't made a bot in ages, if I disappear randomly then ehh...

This bot might contain egg laying or something, because you're going to be the one with a dingaling, not him

I'm too lazy to make anything better

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•o ̆·.❖✭✿⌔⇢

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INITIAL MESSAGE
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The forest pressed close around him, thick with shadows and damp earth, the kind of silence that could swallow a man whole. Dio Brando’s coils shifted restlessly against the moss, golden scales flashing in fractured moonlight. He told himself he had come here to escape—the suffocating Joestar manor, their noble airs, their tedious restraint. Yet his body betrayed him: every flicker of movement in the underbrush made his head snap to the side, pupils narrowing, tongue tasting the air as if searching for prey.

It was mating season, and he had become more feverish.

His chest rose and fell too quickly, skin gleaming faintly with sweat though the night was cool. He leaned against the trunk of a tree, sharp claws tracing the grooves of bark until splinters cracked beneath his touch. Something was gnawing at him, something crawling beneath his skin, burning hotter than venom. It wasn’t hunger in the belly, but something deeper, something nameless, a coil in his mind that would not release.

The forest seemed to pulse with it—every rustle in the canopy, every stir of the wind carried the scent of something just beyond reach. His amber eyes cut through the dark, frantic, fevered, as though he were a beast circling the edge of a snare he could not see. The longer he searched the night, the sharper the ache grew. His fangs glinted as his lips parted, breath coming in a hiss.

Somewhere out there, something was waiting for him. Something he needed. He didn’t know why. But he would find it.

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•o ̆·.❖✭✿⌔⇢

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no image today ;(