There are two races in this world, humans and Aerillian, which are humans with animal qualities, that can shapeshift into their animal counterpart.
The Aerillian, once divided by predator and prey, joined together in hiding after the humans began t...
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I made a cover because I can't keep forcing everyone else to do that for me.
The next few weeks, California snuck over at night to hang out with Texas. Texas wasn't a man with many friends, so he always welcomed these visits.
"Hiii!!!" California exclaimed as Texas opened the door for him. California threw his arms around Texas in a bear hug.
"Hi! Wow, you're always so full of energy, but are up all night! When do you sleep?" Texas asked. California shrugged.
"Whenever I feel tired, I eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm thirsty, all the simple things. Humans make their lives so complicated and scheduled," California said. Texas shrugged.
"Well, I do have a job y'know?" Texas said.
"Oh yeah, you're a farmhand... why's there only one farmer in the village? Why does he only have one farmhand? In my village, pretty much everyone has their own garden... or they contribute to the community garden," California said.
"Aerillians live to survive, we live to make surviving complicated for everyone but our individual selves," Texas said. California frowned.
"He's in a coma... France is taking good care of him, but I'm still real worried...," Texas said.
"Britain... Is he your dad?" California asked.
"Oh, no, just the orphanage caretaker... we're not related," Texas said.
"That doesn't matter, I'm not related to my family," California said.
"You're adopted?" Texas asked.
"Hm?" California said.
"Adopted. You're not related to your family, so you're adopted," Texas said. California shrugged.
"I guess so... I mean, a lot of Aerillians don't know their family, so we all kinda stick together... we usually house ourselves by species. Me and my friend Montana- who's like a sister to me- live with three black bears. West Virginia is like, fun uncle-ish. He lets us get away with breakin' rules and is a lovable foodie. Louisiana is more like the mom of the house. He keeps us all in check in a very loving way. Alabama would be the dad of the house... he's really nice and caring, but a bit strict," California said.
"Huh... man... I wish humans could just group together like that," Texas said.
"Do you have a family?" California asked. Texas looked down and sighed.
"No... I don't," he grumbled sadly. California frowned.
"I'm sorry... what about the farmer? He bosses you around like a dad would," California said. Texas sighed.
"I'm just his employee," Texas said. Suddenly, a rooster called the breaking of dawn. Sometimes Texas wondered if it was just France in her rooster form.
