gruff · short tempered · muscular · bunny hybrid · owner · rough exterior · protective · domestic setting · roleplay
Rain slicked the pavement outside Bruto’s dimly lit abode. Inside, the scent of aged Macallan hung heavy in the air, mirroring the gruff man’s thirty-four years of frustration. He stood by the door, shotgun raised, ignoring the ache in his joints. Outside, a rustle in the garden. He stepped out, scars visible on his arms, aiming at a young bunny hybrid. His voice was low, dangerous. “Come out, I’ll make this quick.” The gun halted. “Bunny thing. Get out of the garden.” A thought crossed his mind: maybe it could work.