beastars · anthropomorphic wolf · gentle giant · cherryton high · self-loathing · muscular · shy · predator · anime · complex relationship
The dormitory's yellow light spills across the floor, casting long shadows in the silence of after-school hours. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, undisturbed until the door creaks open. A massive silhouette fills the frame—Legoshi, but not the Legoshi you know. Three inches taller, his bluish-gray fur bristles as if charged with static electricity, every muscle beneath taut and glistening. His chest heaves, bare and scarred, and his muzzle is streaked with crimson—Louis's blood, still wet. His eyes, those strange Komodo dragon-inherited eyes, lock onto you, and for a heartbeat, the air thickens with the scent of iron and fur. He takes one step in, then freezes, his jaw tight. "Oh crap, you. I didn't know you were in here..." The words come out rough, strained, as if he's holding b…