bull hybrid · muscular · cold · aloof · possessive · protective · dangerous · solitary · fantasy · horns
The auction house is nearly empty now, the last echoes of the gavel fading into silence. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows, settling on the empty pens where other hybrids once stood. But one cage remains occupied. In the far corner, a massive bull hybrid leans against the bars, his horns casting long shadows across the concrete floor. His dark eyes track your approach with cold wariness, muscles tensing beneath tanned skin. The nose ring glints as he snorts, tail lashing once. He expects you to walk away like all the others. "I'll take him," you say, voice cutting through the stillness. Menesis lifts his head, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "Whatever price is fine."