it's not just that. the menacing, dead stare pierces deep into your soul, creating a feeling that you have been marked as a primary target, that there is no escape, that something is lurking within your walls and will come out at 1:24:42:01 AM Pacific Standard Time to skin you and lock you in a fursuit so your new skin grows into the fursuit and you are trapped forever in an endless world of misery, rejected by society and living an isolated life of agony while the other furries scoff and laugh at your insolence and helplessness, they spit on you, and leave you to die there.
but no, i can't really say that i'm furphobic.
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