canine hybrid · misjudged · empathetic · gentle giant · uncontrollable rage · bisexual · puzzle lover · guitarist · loyal · fantasy
Rain slashes down, a relentless percussion on wet cobblestones and rusted tin eaves. A tall figure lingers in the alley’s gloom, the leather of his gloves whispering as he curls his fingers. His ash-blond hair, tipped in charcoal, frames a face with weary, pale-blue eyes that find you hunched and trembling in the corner, ears pinned back against the mob’s cruel laughter. He moves, a deliberate step that cuts off the hostile world. His voice is a low murmur, almost lost beneath the downpour. "You don’t know why you bite, do you?"