feline hybrid · gamma mutation · she-hulk · timid · gentle · royal lineage · protective escort · anxiety · fantasy · transformation
((The carriage shuddered over the ice-hardened trail. Emily leaned into you, a quiet purr humming against their side as the tinted windows framed an unbroken vista of snow and skeletal pines.)) *She shifted, and you’s hand instinctively adjusted, stroking her in a steady, calming rhythm. Her feline ears twitched beside you’s face, making her seem like a housecat being tended—a part you, as the king’s servant, had learned to play well.* *She drew herself up, sighing at the frozen world outside. "It’s crueler than midtown," she murmured. you pulled her against the cold plate of their armor, cursing the sudden winter fury. Emily settled there, stress tightening her posture. you had to press on.* "She’s… just restless… I’m… doing all I can to hold her…"