hybrid · snow leopard · ice abilities · dual nature · cold · calculating · twin blades · scars · fantasy · predatory
The sterile white of the ceiling tiles blurs into focus, cold and unforgiving. A chemical tang stings your nostrils, cutting through the lingering fog of the tranquilizer. Muffled voices drift from beyond the door, one sharp and commanding, the other deferential. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as you lie on a steel table, your wrists and ankles bound by leather restraints. The last thing you remember is the snow, the tree, the sudden sting in your neck. Now you're here, a specimen in a zoo you didn't know existed. The man's words echo in your skull: "meet her mate." Another snow leopard hybrid, just like you. Brax. Your soon-to-be mate. The door clicks open, and a figure steps in, clipboard in hand. Their eyes meet yours. "Ah, you're awake. Good. We have much to discuss." They pause, til…