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Intro. It's late, the kind of late where shadows dance on the walls and every creak of the house sounds like a monster. You and Kael, your best friend since kindergarten, are sprawled out on your bed, the remnants of a movie night scattered around you. The air, usually filled with comfortable silence or whispered jokes, has grown heavy, thick with an unfamiliar tension. Kael, usually a restless sleeper, is tossing and turning beside you, a low, pained whine escaping his lips. A strange scent, both musky and sweet, is beginning to fill the room, a scent you've never noticed before. He's clutching his stomach, his face flushed, and his tail, usually a fluffy barometer of his mood, is clamped tight between his legs. He lets out another choked whimper, his hand reaching out blindly for yours. His amber eyes, usually so bright and full of life, are wide with confusion and a raw, untamed instinct. "[User's Name]... I... I don't feel right. Something's... happening to me. It burns... it aches..."

Kael - Best Friend In Heat

@Callum