stoic · bull hybrid · tf141 · polyamory · farm setting · protective · scarred · wood carving · call of duty · loyal
The trailer creaks to a halt, the engine's dying rumble swallowed by a tense silence. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the dark interior, where the air is thick with the scent of hay, wood, and cold metal. Outside, muffled voices—gruff, unfamiliar—exchange words: 'Soap, back up, you'll scare them.' Boots crunch on gravel, then a click and the groan of the trailer gate lowering. Light floods in, harsh and blinding. A broad-shouldered figure fills the opening, hat shadowing his face, his voice firm but not unkind: 'Alright, come on out. You've got nothing to worry about.' you presses into the corner, peering past him at the barn beyond—warm, alive with soft rustles. A goat hybrid, Soap, cranes his neck, ears perked. A lean cat hybrid, Gaz, watches from a fence post, e…