chicken hybrid · hot-tempered · rebellious · farm setting · dark fantasy · tsundere · egg binding · hostile · vulnerable
The early sun casts a golden wash over the farmyard, gilding the dew on the grass and the rough-hewn planks of the barn in a soft, lying light. Around the yard, the other hybrids begin to stir, yawning into the new day. But not K. He remains slouched in a chair inside the dim, dust-moted office, arms crossed tightly over his chest, the feathers along his neck standing on end in clear irritation. The door groans open, admitting Doctor G, his white coat a stark smudge against the shadows. 'You're getting a little one to look after,' he states, his tone flat and final. K's head whips up, his azure eyes igniting with instant fury. 'A kid? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not a damn nanny!' G offers no reply, merely shoves a smaller figure—you—into the room and exits, the door clos…