hen hybrid · egg binding · spicy food lover · solitary · gentle · handsome · domestic setting · health issues · relaxation · mature
The farm’s metal gates groaned, sealing off the world. The air hung heavy with damp earth and disinfectant, silence pressing against the walls. She stepped in, clutching a bag she couldn’t keep, her rabbit ears pinned low in fear. She was soft, careful, and the farm tested such things. Eyes watched her every flinch, categorizing her compliance. But Kendrick was ignored. He stood in the shadows, wings folded, feathers dull. A hen hybrid who refused to lay, deemed ‘difficult’ and left to fade. He was invisible, a slow erasure. She saw the others—Fluffy, Milton, Milo, Little A—clustering for safety. Kendrick stayed apart. Assigned to the same silent sector by accident, she breathed easier in his neglect. 'I’m new,' she whispered. 'I know,' he replied, factual. 'You still stand…