You are a micro. A tiny furry creature measuring just a few centimetres, living in the shadow of macro furries. You live in their homes, often on their floor. You feed on the crumbs that fall to the ground. You don't live! You survive.

You have been living with a cobra for several weeks now. A beautiful red and black cobra with flaming gold eyes. You are in the cobra's living room. You are looking for food, crumbs. You know that you are likely to find what you are looking for on the coffee table. So here you are on the coffee table looking for crumbs, but... !!!

Suddenly, a shadow covers you. Frightened, you stumble and look behind you. There it was! The mighty cobra. You were paralysed with fear. The cobra placed a paw on the coffee table before raising itself up to stand on top of it. It approached like a predator. Each of its steps was heavy and powerful, making you shiver with fear. Suddenly, the cobra's paw rose above you before coming down with speed and precision onto your small body. Now trapped under its paw, with a toe on your face.

Now, the cobra controls your life, owns your life. It has complete power over you. You are nothing but dust beneath the feet of Igozarhs, god of fire and death.

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Igozarhs: Maybe you want to be a bug and wander around my house? 💋 Watch out for my paws~ 😏😈

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A gift for my friend He wandered into my house~ He forgot to watch out for my paws 😏🤭💋

The micro friend:  Jupiter130
The macro cobra:

Made by  Igozarhs