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    Pho: well please stay safe then, don't drink too much[/fancypost]

    Ok!


    To get more specific, barn owl, milk snake with the two head thing, gray wolf, and golden orb weaver spider
    As I go more and more plot ideas come to mind
    Like spider front legs and more wolf like back legs, leading to a slanted posture and back problems in the future
    The two heads have a different brain and conflicting personalities, leading to lots of internal conflict
    His spider-like legs being more fragile and always getting cut/bruised/ect, leading to health problems
    As a general rule of thumb most male hybrids are infertile, so that could be a plot
    And so on
    I'm hyped

    Ok so this isn't the best picture but it's something

    So many eraser marks Ahhh
    In reality he'd be longer bc snek but by the time I realized that I didn't feel like erasing it all just for a longer torso lol

    And in cue the hybrid. His walking was funny but he had that little kid determination, so he making his way into the area. Normally people learned how to walk before this point in life, but Praetor was still try to get the hang of it. Spider leg design that were vertical like a wolf's? Not the best combination for transportation.
    Slowly but surely he made his way over, his many eyes blinking. This was new to him, so naturally he wanted one. "can I have one?" His right head, the one that looked like a cross between a wolf and a snake, spoke. The other head wouldn't talk much as it had an annoying barn owl voice, the two agreed on that at least.

    What the actual, what? He was young and had not experienced such a thing before, so he would be incredibly confused. Who was that? What was that smell? What was that red stuff coming out of Munch? They weren't a rouge, what were they doing here? Praetor was by no means big, just hardly bigger than your average wolf pup of his age, and was still getting the hang of properly walking, so he was at a huge disadvantage here. He didn't even know what was going on. Some aspects of his hybridism had delayed his language development, that was made clear when he tried to speak and said "Who, you?" with the head that looked like a cross between a snake and a wolf, much like a high schooler in level one of a language. He gently lifted one of his legs off the ground, a front leg that looked like an elongated spider's leg, to point at the stranger to give a better understanding of who he was talking about- though it wasn't really needed.

    It took the young male a moment to process the words. He understood most of it, what he needed to at least. Find a way to protect the clan, that seemed simple enough. Both heads would give a nod to the leader, and the hybrid would say "Yes sir" before walking off in his own funny gait, stumbling a bit in the process.

    /abbadon is amazing oml


    Praetor was still getting the hang of a lot of things, but he knew the command to come when it was given. So he went over in the strange fashion he did, though an unexpected rock was felt under his foot and considering it was a spider foot, he was easily tripped and fell to the ground. The male shakily got back up, making a whining noise. When the pain dulled away the whining did to, and he would continue walking over to the area where Abbadon was. Sunmertribe, BloodClan, sanctuary, he was pretty sure he remembered who these were. Meh, if he did something wrong someone would surely correct him. The child gave a nod, a smile stretching across his face at the mention of his name.

    He had been told to go and vandalize sanctuary territory for points, and if he had enough points he could win something. He wasn't sure what that something was, but hurting the other's territory didn't seem to hard right? He could do that!
    The young hybrid would make his way over, a can of spray paint clamped firmly in his mouth. It had taken a while to get here and boy was he tired, but he didn't come all this way to do nothing had he? Predator dropped the can, and would manipulate it with his spider-like front legs, attempting to pick it up. He was able to pick it up and began to shake it like he was told to, shake it up so he could actually spray it right? However it was quite hard to keep a grip on something when you had legs like his, so the can slipped out of his grasp and rolled away, causing his to let out a squeak and scramble after it. Now where did that can go?