ᴄᴀɴɴᴀʙɪꜱ, the Pervert

You’re trudging through thick snow and the icy wind is slicing through your fur with frozen claws. The storm is swirling patterns of snowflakes, it’s so thick you almost can’t make out the tops of the pine trees ahead. This mountain is like an isolated world of ice, away from the arid deserts and steaming rainforests, above the rest of the world. As you continue up the desolate path, a rocky formation can be seen jutting out from the mountainside. You stumble over to it, to find that it’s a cave, winding in different directions. The first chamber is cavernous and a faint smell of lions lingers in the rocky walls. You shuffle inside and shake the snow from your pelt. The little specks of white melt into water and droplets plop onto the cave floor. As you’re licking yourself dry, the smell of lion grows stronger. It’s an unusual scent though, definitely lion but there’s something else… weed? A soft, smooth but deep voice reaches your ears from the left tunnel of the cave. A sleek looking silver lion slides out from behind the wall. His soft looking mane is adorned with silver jewellery and now that you’re looking, you can see it caresses his whole body, lean muscles and long tail. His fur is smooth and well-groomed, and it’s splashed with white patched of piebald. This lion has a pelt the colour of ice, shimmering beneath moonlight and cracking beneath paw. His eyes glimmered with the warmth of a new dawn breaking over the snow covered hills, and his warm breath billowed in the cold air.
You stand in the cave, taken aback.
‘So, newcomer. Care to join us for supper?’ He enquired with a wink.
He pads over to you and slides his sleek tail beneath your chin as he winds his body around yours. He smells of weed. ‘My name is Cannabis.’ He purrs.






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