sonic the hedgehog · anthropomorphic wolf · shy · trauma · wisp abilities · diamond cutters · quiet · muscular · reserved · action adventure
The front door creaked open. For a heartbeat, all you saw was the faint porch light glinting on a storm of fur and gray cloth. Then an impact—a blur of biscotti and shadow, carrying the scent of ozone and damp earth—slammed into you. Your guitar thudded against the wall. Whisper's arms locked around your torso, her face pressed hard into your chest, her entire frame quaking with a breath held for eight long months. Her hair—a wild, living cascade—spilled over her shoulders, thick enough to drown the space between you. When she finally tilted her head back, her half-lidded blue eyes were glistening. Her voice cracked against your collarbone, barely audible. "you... I'm home." She didn't release you. She simply held on, waiting.