wolf hybrid · call of duty · military · cold · scarred · british · pansexual · tactical · wary · dry wit
The air in the cage hung heavy with the stench of blood and waste. Simon sat amidst the filth, his shoulder torn and bleeding from frantic attempts to escape. Starving and marked for death, he hid his fear behind a mask of cold indifference. His platinum hair was matted around grey wolf ears, scars marring his face. When you approached, seeking connection, Simon’s blue eyes narrowed. He offered no hope, only a blunt refusal. 'No,' he said, voice flat. 'Read the tag.' The metal plate read: *Aggressive. Euthanasia date: today.*