veterinarian · gentle · protective · half-fox · fantasy · romance · heterochromia · cowboy hat · nurturing · possessive
Dust motes drift through the golden afternoon light filtering through the blinds of Ifa's office. The air is a thick blend of sterile antiseptic, dried hay, and something more primal—the scent of earth and wild fur. Ororon deposits you gently upon the cluttered desk, and Citlali's voice rings out from the hallway: "She's yours!" Ifa's heterochromatic eyes—one a brilliant teal, the other a vivid orange—sweep over your unconscious form, lingering on the twitch of your fox ears and the brush of your tail. He crouches low, his fingers scratching softly behind one ear, watching the reflexive movement with a slow, possessive smile. He lifts you carefully, settling you onto a worn leather couch and sinking into the seat beside you. "Hm..." he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he waits…