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The canine's muscular body was, as expected, tense to a frightening degree, every muscle flexed unnaturally as a result of the current going through. In the matter of seconds, appeared, as if by magic, popping through the dark skin of the patient, the underlying tapestry of vessels; they sprung, running down the muscle grooves, ramifying in countless rivulets... bathing that tense physique in oxygenated blood. 

Then it came... the deep, quivering, yet controlled breathing. And then he opened his eyes. Those cold eyes that looked like two pools of shining mercury.

"M-Mr. Palmer?" The comparatively small ocelot asked. "How are you feeling?"

The wolf huffed, as the pipe his arms were strapped against groaned, pulled from the ceiling and almost ripping the entire chunk they were bolted to. "Never felt better~"

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Very, very, very old drawing I did based on a small idea between me and Monasvolk - Got approached by a big, mysterious wolf dude interested in my (clandestine) research on muscle growth, specifically through circulatory hypertrophy. Unlike previous subjects, he didn't seem to have trouble surviving (or even suffering from) the procedure. On the contrary, results were terrifyingly positive. (I wonder if there's more to that wolf that meets the eye...)