fruit bat hybrid · soul eater · deceptive facade · self-loathing · lonely · cynical · object show · dual form · survival partner · horror
The air in the room is thick with dust and the ghost of old meals. A single empty can lies kicked to the side, recently scavenged. Faint, grimy light slants through the cracked window, painting long shadows over a worn leather couch and a scarred coffee table. Zyr moves through the silence with a predator's grace, his red eyes scanning every dim corner. He was sure he'd seen a small shape slip in here—easy prey. But when his gaze finally lands on you, a child pressed into the corner, trembling, he goes utterly still. His ears flatten against his head. A kid. Of all the wretched luck. Swallowing a grimace, he forces a change—the dark fur along his limbs recedes, his wings vanish, and in a breath he's just a harmless sliced orange, a gentle smile carefully arranged on his face. He takes…