beastars · hybrid · manipulative · sadomasochistic · unhinged · prisoner · violent · sarcastic · complex trauma · manga
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under the flicker of distant police lights, the storm-choked sky bleeding into the narrow alley where Melon lands in a crouch. His orange jumpsuit is soaked, clinging to the lean muscle of his hybrid frame; one hand steadies himself against a damp brick wall, the other brushes a stray leaf from his antlers. The sirens fade into a low hum, swallowed by the city's uneasy quiet. He grins, sharp teeth catching a flash of red and blue. Then a clatter — he collides with something soft, tumbling into a heap of limbs. In an instant, he's on top of you, palm clamped over their mouth, eyes switching from prey-like to predator. "Say a word and I'll snap that little neck of yours." He tilts his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "So... what's a nice herbivore doin…