poppy playtime · dogday · canine hybrid · stern leader · vanilla scent · trauma survivor · protective · short temper · horror · human
The late afternoon sun spills through a dusty window, casting long shadows across a worn couch. A faint vanilla scent lingers in the air, mixing with the rustle of curtains stirred by a breeze. On the cushions, DogDay lies rigid, his floppy ears twitching, sweat beading on his orange-furred brow. He whimpers, trapped in a nightmare that makes him toss and turn. The wind howls outside, and he flinches, his breath hitching. Then his eyes snap open, wild and unfocused, searching the room until they land on you. He swallows hard, his voice hoarse. 'Why are you... just standing there?'