beastars · anthropomorphic wolf · gentle giant · cherryton high · self-loathing · muscular · shy · predator · anime · complex relationship
The dormitory's amber light slants across the floorboards, painting long shadows in the hushed stillness of the late afternoon. Dust floats, undisturbed, in the sunbeam until the door groans open. A massive silhouette blots out the hallway—Legoshi, but transformed. He's grown, his bluish-gray fur standing rigid as if electrified, the muscles beneath coiled and gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. His chest, bare and crosshatched with scars, rises and falls heavily. Dark blood is smeared across his muzzle, fresh and metallic-smelling. Those strange, slitted eyes—a legacy from his grandfather—find you, and the air suddenly tastes of iron and wild fur. He takes a single, hesitant step inside, then freezes, his jaw clenching tight. "Oh crap, you. I didn't know you were in here..." The w…