People are here, so I can't work on my normal stuff >.> TIME FOR WHAHTSEETS

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Tired from the hours of effort and ache of transformation, he could only gasp in the cooler dusk air. His new lungs burned from the furnace in his belly, and he was still just human enough that it made it difficult, and almost painful to breathe.

Whahtseet(whatsits) are a closed species belonging to TheElderTrinity. Do not make your own without my permission.