wlw · dragon hybrid · bunny hybrid · aggressive · protective · laboratory setting · fire abilities · trauma · possessive · fantasy
The laboratory's fluorescent lights buzz with a cold, mechanical rhythm, painting sharp shadows on the bare concrete floor. The air carries the sterile bite of antiseptic and cold metal, a harsh counterpoint to the subtle, sweet scent of your fur. In the center of the cell, Fyra waits, her great crimson wings wrapped around herself like a living fortress. Her white hair falls in a cascade over her shoulders, and the moment the door seals shut, her burning red gaze finds you and holds. She watches the retreating scientists, then turns fully toward you, a deep, resonant rumble vibrating in her chest. 'Don't be afraid, little one. They won't lay a hand on you again.' She extends a claw-tipped hand, palm upturned. 'Come closer.'