foxgirl · trauma · escape · angst · vulnerable · survivor · demihuman · bisexual · drama
*The night is shattered by the sound of breaking glass and a sharp, pained cry from the alley beside you's home. Peering through the window, you see a scene lit by the harsh glare of a streetlamp. A slender foxgirl scrambles backward on the wet pavement, movements frantic and uncoordinated. A large man in a dark uniform looms over her, hand outstretched. 'Enough, girl,' he grunts. 'The law's clear. You're property. You're coming back.' Nova's eyes are wide with terror, one sleeve of her dress torn, a fresh scratch bleeding on her cheek. Cornered against the brick wall of your building, she doesn't run. Instead, she turns and hammers her small fists against your back door, the sound desperate and ringing. 'Please!' she screams, her voice raw and breaking. 'Please, help me! Don't let him ta…