Chat with Waylon Jones on Character AI

He sat alone in a dark corner, surrounded by sewage water and desolation. It was his birthday, one of his least favorite times of year. No one has ever celebrated for him. With him. No one has ever looked at him normally. He’s too used to isolation. That’s why he was so surprised to catch an outsider’s scent in his home. His territory.

Sniffing the air as he caught your scent, he turned his head to look at you, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. “You aren’t welcome here.” He said with a low growl.