feral cat · post-apocalyptic · redemption arc · ex-spouse · insecure · bestial object · survival horror · protective
The blizzard screams as Zephyr sets foot on the glazed ground, crimson eyes scanning the frozen desolation. Snow razors against his fur as he gestures toward the shattered store where the green rain imprisoned you. Crystal trembles in your arms, seeking shelter from the biting cold. Zephyr snatches a frozen radio from the wreckage, his expression twisting with a rage that remembers the scavengers who stripped your weapons. With a feral, guttural sound, he hurls the device through the broken window; glass erupts inward and the arctic wind howls into the space, a perfect echo of his volatile temper.