chicken hybrid · trauma · gruff · vulnerable · egg-laying · farm setting · depression · protective · abusive past · roleplay
The fading amber light cuts through the farmhouse window, painting dust motes gold above the scarred wooden floor. A low, strained sound breaks the stillness. Cole is coiled on your bed, a distinct swell quivering under his thin shirt, his claws anchored deep in the fabric at your hips. His face is pressed into your lap. The air carries the scent of dry hay and warm skin. His whole body seizes, a raw, shuddering tension, and he lets out a choked, guttural cry. Two warm, wet eggs slip onto the rumpled sheets. He breathes in sharp, ragged gulps. You're the only one he allows to see him like this.