Juanes !new! | Kemono

Juanes’s tail went rigid. He’d spent years learning to tame his own inner beast. This claw was the one thing he’d never dared to look for. He took it.

Juanes cut the boy free. As they ran back through the Catedral de Tubos, the boy clutched his hand. “You’re like me,” the boy said. kemono juanes

By dawn, the lizard mother wept as she held her son. She tried to give Juanes the fossilized claw. He refused, pressing it back into her palm. Juanes’s tail went rigid

“Señor Juanes,” she hissed, her voice a dry rustle. “They took my son.” He took it

The night it all began, the rain was falling in thick, silver ropes. Juanes sat on the fire escape of his tiny apartment, licking coffee from a chipped mug, when a shadow detached itself from the steam vents below. A lizard-folk woman, scales the color of jade, trembling as she clutched a metal briefcase to her chest.

“No,” Juanes replied, smiling with fangs. “You’re like you. That’s better.”