She smells like apples.
But she is not apples.
Where are the apples.
I wonder what @BudAnLou will make of my adopted pet @HyenaQueey ๐ค
Both heads turn immediately at the familiar voice. They know it anywhere. Ears perk, and they immediately dart right towards her in all their cackle-filled glory!
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They'd been alone for a while. But there were periods like that, when Harley's life became too chaotic even for her - derailed by clown princes and men in capes.
So, they survived on their own for a time. Taught destruction as an art-form, it was hard to keep them confined to โ
โ their sightings frequent yet short, like cryptids in the city's concrete pathways. But this was no Simon Dark scenario.
Between the pair of them, by hook or by crook, the hyena pair kept themselves as well fed and watered as they could, taking shelter wherever they could โ








