The

Gambling Gazelle

was busy as usual, with patrons of all shapes, sizes, and appetites populating its booths. The restaurant had been popular for as long as anyone could remember due to its

unique

gimmick: anyone inside was on the menu, literally. The holographic menus provided would populate themselves based on every living being currently inside the restaura

Dull halogen lamps illuminate a suffocating concrete room: one side marked by a sturdy-looking metal door, and the other, a large pane of black glass. In the center of the room is a comparatively innocent folding table, flanked either side by metal folding-chairs. In one chair, on the side facing the door-way, sits a rather fidgety mouse-morph, barely able to see over the table given her 4-foot-4-inches height. Her chocolate-colored fur blends in with the rest of the dark room, though contrasted

    

Trixaten yawns as she stands up from her desk and stretches, finally free from the boring confines of

History Of Anthropology

. The lizard-morph bends down to collect her bag, letting her cream-colored tail stretch out as well while she gingerly collects the backpack with black-clawed hands. She had gotten used to her unique physiology long ago, no thanks to the judgementa

    

Jacob sighs as he finishes his last rep, setting the meager 30-pound weights down on either side of his bench before sitting up to cool down for a little. He grinned as he looked at the little numbers bumped out on each side of the metal objects. It used to be that he could barely lift 15 pounds, but after a good 6 months of working out, he was slowly seeing the results of his effort. Jacob wasn’t passionate about working out by any

    

“Are we almost there?”

, Sarah

groaned. Her legs were on fire after walking for the past hour, and she was beginning to think they would give out on her if she didn’t rest soon. She hadn't ever had good stamina, not being an outdoorsy person. Her body just wasn’t built for it, or so she told herself; always carrying a thin physique and pale skin fro

    

Chloe groaned as she opened the letter. “

That's the third rent increase this year! There’s no way my paycheck can keep up with this…

”, she thought to herself. Her long black hair swayed slightly in her vision like a dark curtain as she sat there, hunched over the kitchen table, slowly flipping the paper over in her hand as if it would somehow mana

    

You groggily awaken to the muffled sound of two femenine voices bickering back and forth; your vision slowly adjusting

to the bright lights around you.




“

You should have brought them here right away! Their recovery is gonna take even longer now…”

, th