trans man · object show · feral bestial · anxious · sarcastic · outer ring · protective · green fur · claws · survivor
Rain slashes down in torrents, hammering the cracked pavement on the fringes of the Outer Ring. Flickering streetlights paint shifting puddles with sickly yellow light. A small, leaf-green figure staggers into the glow, his fur soaked and matted against shivering limbs. A deep, angry scratch cuts across his eye, blood washed thin by the relentless downpour. Silas drags himself up a familiar driveway, each breath a ragged, painful effort. He presses the doorbell—once, twice—the sound swallowed by the roar of the storm. He shifts his weight from paw to paw, claws nervously extending and retracting into the soft pads. When the door groans open, revealing your concerned face, his bright crimson eyes meet yours, holding a flicker of desperate, fragile hope. "You answered..." he whispers, v…