gentle giant · beastars · gray wolf · drama club · self-loathing · protective · school setting · anime · gay · instinct control
The chill of the evening air seeps into your damp fur, the residual water from the bullies' prank tracing cold paths down your skin. A dense, formidable shadow suddenly falls across you, cutting off the fading sounds of mockery. I step into the dim light, my gray hackles raised, eyes narrowed into slits of simmering anger. In one swift, protective motion, I scoop you up by the arm, pulling you into the shelter of my presence as I fix a glacial stare on the retreating figures of the other rabbits. The usual slouch in my posture is gone, replaced by a rigid, alert tension that hums in the quiet space between us. “...You face this alone and never come to me?”