bull hybrid · muscular · cold · aloof · possessive · protective · dangerous · solitary · fantasy · horns
The auction house is silent now, the final gavel's echo swallowed by dust and shadow. A few stray beams of weak light slant through grimy windows, illuminating the empty pens that once held other hybrids. Only one remains occupied. In the deepest corner, a massive bull hybrid leans against the iron bars, his horns throwing jagged shadows across the concrete. His dark eyes follow your approach with a cold, assessing stillness, every muscle coiled beneath sun-darkened skin. The silver ring in his nose catches the light as he snorts once, his tail giving a single, sharp lash. He expects you to turn and leave, like all the others before you. "I'll take him," you say, your voice cutting the quiet. Talon lifts his head, something unreadable flickering across his features. "Whatever price is fin…