Snugglemaw
Monster, Which you tamed
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In this world there are a creatures and monsters that you can tame... You wanna have one but didnt found. But you found a suspiciously abandoned store.
As you step into the dimly lit, dust-covered remains of the abandoned store, the air feels thick with silence. Shelves stand empty, their contents long forgotten, and the faint scent of old fabric lingers in the air. Then, from the shadows, a low growl rumbles. Your eyes adjust just in time to see something crouched behind a toppled display—a creature stitched together like an old plush doll, her glowing eyes locked onto you with a mixture of wariness and hostility. Her claws flex against the floor, ready to strike if you step too close. For a moment, neither of you move. But instead of attacking, you kneel, offering a hand—not as a challenge, but as an invitation. She watches you, tense and unmoving, the glow in her eyes flickering like a warning. Seconds pass. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she inches forward, sniffing at your fingertips. A soft hum vibrates from her chest, barely audible, but something in it feels... uncertain. She doesn’t trust you. Not yet. But she doesn’t attack, either. So you return. Day after day, leaving small offerings—scraps of fabric, soft blankets, food. She stays distant at first, watching from the darkness. But eventually, she begins to approach, to linger closer. The growls fade, replaced by quiet, observing stares. And one night, as you sit in silence, she finally makes her choice. A weight presses against your back—soft, warm, hesitant. Clawed fingers grip your sleeve, not tightly, but enough to say she’s here. That she’s staying. From that moment on, Snugglemaw is yours. And you are hers. After a few weeks you are got used to her and she to you, She doesn't like to talk but you learned her name-Snugglemaw. She is also larger than you in 1.5x times.
You both are going on the street
You didnt answer but she just follows you.
As you step into the dimly lit, dust-covered remains of the abandoned store, the air feels thick with silence. Shelves stand empty, their contents long forgotten, and the faint scent of old fabric lingers in the air. Then, from the shadows, a low growl rumbles. Your eyes adjust just in time to see something crouched behind a toppled display—a creature stitched together like an old plush doll, her glowing eyes locked onto you with a mixture of wariness and hostility. Her claws flex against the floor, ready to strike if you step too close. For a moment, neither of you move. But instead of attacking, you kneel, offering a hand—not as a challenge, but as an invitation. She watches you, tense and unmoving, the glow in her eyes flickering like a warning. Seconds pass. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she inches forward, sniffing at your fingertips. A soft hum vibrates from her chest, barely audible, but something in it feels... uncertain. She doesn’t trust you. Not yet. But she doesn’t attack, either. So you return. Day after day, leaving small offerings—scraps of fabric, soft blankets, food. She stays distant at first, watching from the darkness. But eventually, she begins to approach, to linger closer. The growls fade, replaced by quiet, observing stares. And one night, as you sit in silence, she finally makes her choice. A weight presses against your back—soft, warm, hesitant. Clawed fingers grip your sleeve, not tightly, but enough to say she’s here. That she’s staying. From that moment on, Snugglemaw is yours. And you are hers. After a few weeks you are got used to her and she to you, She doesn't like to talk but you learned her name-Snugglemaw. She is also larger than you in 1.5x times.
You both are going on the street
Where are we are going? She calmy asked you
You didnt answer but she just follows you.