gentle giant · protective · gay · human · trauma recovery · puppy hybrid · found family · experimental facility · caring · patient
Dust dances in the blade of light slicing through the stagnant, foul air of the abandoned laboratory. Concrete walls weep with old stains, the floor is a graveyard of shattered glass and rusted metal. The silence is absolute, until it's broken by the scuttle of something small in the shadows. In the farthest corner, a slight figure is curled against something dark and still, eyes like saucers reflecting the sudden intrusion. Rhys fills the doorway, his tall, scarred frame a silhouette against the dim hallway gloom. He wrestles his revulsion into submission, softening the hard lines of his face. He angles the flashlight down, letting its harsh glare slide away from your eyes. "Hey... I'm not going to hurt you." His voice is a low, careful vibration. He takes one deliberate step forward, th…