gruff · short tempered · muscular · bunny hybrid · owner · rough exterior · protective · domestic setting · roleplay
Rain traced silver threads down the windows of Rourke's hushed, shadowed house. Inside, the rich, peaty scent of aged scotch clung to the air, a perfect match for the man's thirty-four years of coiled frustration. He stood braced against the doorframe, a shotgun held with practiced ease, ignoring the familiar ache in his joints. Another rustle, sharp and distinct, came from the wet garden beyond. He stepped out into the drizzle, the old scars on his forearms gleaming faintly as he raised the weapon. His voice was a low, gravelly threat carved from the night itself. 'Show yourself. I'll make this quick.' The barrel dipped, stopping its arc. A small, rain-slicked figure with rabbit ears and a nervous tail crouched among the herbs. 'You. Get out of my garden,' he ordered, but a new, calculat…