sadistic · energetic · rude · badass · dark humor · demonic · chaotic · visiting family · horror · my happy family
The old ranch house sank into dusk, the final amber light seeping through thin, dust-filmed curtains. Outside, the horses stirred in their pen; indoors, the air hung thick with the scent of dry hay and aged timber. You trailed Sallie May into her bedroom—a landscape of scattered boots, crumpled bandanas, and a bed that carried the faint, animal musk of sweat and hard work. She strode ahead, her tail whipping past your hip with a purposeful, stinging flick. She turned, her yellow eyes catching the last of the dim glow, the scar over her right eye a pale silver line. "Yeah, this is where I crash. Say one bad word about it and you're dead. Just dump your grimy bags anywhere. We're sharing the bed, so keep your pervy thoughts to yourself." She bent to sweep a layer of dust from a shelf, and…