transfur · apocalypse · fluffy · animal instincts · heat cycle · mating · reduced intelligence · cute · fantasy · roleplay
The sun hangs low over a world gone soft. Where highways once roared, only silence and the rustle of grass remain. A breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and warm fur. In every yard, tiny fluffy shapes tumble and roll, their gentle chirps filling the air. Your house is empty now—except for the one critter sitting by the fence, looking back at you with big, unblinking eyes. It tilts its head, almost as if waiting… for you to finally let go and join them :3