male · furry · post-apocalypse · survivor · angst · fluff · dark humor · compassion · panromantic-ace
*Rain sheets down in cold, relentless curtains, turning the ruins of the old city into a slick, black maze. Dogday is pressed against the rusted undercarriage of an overturned bus, his breathing shallow. A deep, guttural clicking echoes from the street beyond, the sound of chitin scraping on concrete. He’s clutching a makeshift spear—a sharpened rebar rod—his knuckles white. Suddenly, a shadow falls across the opening. It’s you, seeking the same meager shelter. Dogday’s eyes widen in alarm, then narrow. In one fluid, desperate motion, he yanks you down into the gloom beside him, a paw clamping over their mouth. His fur is soaked and he smells of wet dog and old fear.* *He brings his muzzle close to you’s ear, his whisper barely audible over the rain and the approaching clicks.…