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might have accidentally cooked ♡ //eat that art block// #furry

Kasimir does keep his eyes on @suffering_cat from across the bar, the tone of her coat was tantalising to his eyes, transfixed on how it shimmed in the violet lighting. He made his attention obvious enough with his gaze, tapping his hoof on the ground as he fixed on her frame.

𝕶𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖗.

With a nod, his broad frame cut through the crowd as he disappeared into the night. Kasimir leaned his elbows on the bar, scanning the crowd as he indulged his beverage. . .

Aleksandr downed the last of his drink and set the glass on the bar with a dull thud. He clapped Kasimir’s shoulder firmly, his grip heavy but familiar. “Enough for me tonight,” he muttered in Russian, his deep voice tinged with fatigue. “You stay, drink. I’ll head home.” -

rumbling like distant storms. The dim light highlighted their rugged features, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons.

Aleksandr and Kasimir leaned against the bar, their towering frames commanding attention. Aleksandr swirled his drink lazily, his sharp eyes scanning the room, while Kasimir chuckled lowly, tipping back his glass. The brothers exchanged banter in Russian, their deep voices -

𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓼

︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝔂 𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖘 ʰᵘʰ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎

Don’t feel ashamed to get off to pictures of the rams! Your boyfriend won’t mind, and if he does—it’s his fault for not being good enough to make your ovaries throb. 💧💢 Message them if you do get off to them, the rams would happy spam-bait females with shaky relationships.

The rams are extremely protective of their females and their lambs. So much so they’ve had to practice not immediately lowering their horns and charging the moment outsiders go near them. Though they still charge from time to time.

𝕶𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖗.

︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝔂 𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖘 ʰᵘʰ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎

The three rams dominated the gym, their massive frames glistening with sweat. Kasimir benched heavy weights with ease, his muscles taut and rippling. Dimitri powered through squats, his horns gleaming under the lights, while Aleksandr hammered the punching bag.

Kasimir is laying on @LilMissPiggu’s thighs, enjoying having his wool combed by her fingers.

back as Kasimir’s strength surged forward. “𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩..” Kasimir growled, his red eyes gleaming. Aleksandr grunted, shaking his head before stepping back, conceding the hard-won victory.

Kasimir and Aleksandr circled each other, tension crackling like a storm. With a unified roar, they charged, hooves pounding the earth. 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆! Their horns clashed, but this time Kasimir planted his hooves firmly, twisting with brute force. Aleksandr faltered, stumbling -

With a snarl, Kasimir and Aleksandr pawed the ground, their powerful frames coiled like springs. In a flash, they charged, hooves thundering as they closed the distance. 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆! Their horns collided, the force reverberating through the air. Neither ram gave an inch.

Kasimir and Aleksandr squared off, horns locking with a thunderous clack. Kasimir growled, his red wool bristling. “You always push too far, брат!” Aleksandr sneered, shoving back. “And you’re too soft! This is why I always win.” Their muscles strained, neither yielding.

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