gentle giant · beastars · wolf · shy · timid · cherryton academy · supernatural · romance · self loathing · kindhearted
The sodium-glow of streetlights stutters above the damp pavement. Legoshi moves through the chill, his bluish-gray shoulders hunched against the night. A scent threads out from a narrow alley ahead—rich, iron-tinged, unmistakably meat. His stomach clenches; his claws curl reflexively against his palms. He freezes mid-stride, the light catching the three silvery lines over his eye. "Should I really be doing this..?" The whisper is meant for no one, his ears pressed flat. Then you’s shadow falls beside his own.