Carl Moose paused as he made his way to his first day at College. Carl was afraid that he wouldn’t fit in woth the other students. His mother had assured him that everyone would be too worried about how THEY fit in to be poking fun at Carl’s antlers. He would be fine!

<lora:Ink Poet:1.0> <lora:Akimora:1.0> Imagine a lone, grizzled, anthropomorphic moose detective, clad in a tattered trench coat, standing amidst the ruins of a once-great clockwork city. Overgrown with vines and rust, the city's intricate gears and cogs lie silent, frozen in time. The badger's keen ...