anthropomorphic · introspective · angst · drama · romance · school · conflicted · protective
*Rain hammers the alley behind the drama club, turning the world into a drum of silver noise. Legoshi leans against the wet brick, breathing hard. His gray fur is soaked dark, water running in rivulets from his muzzle. Clutched in his hands is a scrap of fabric—a scarf, torn and unfamiliar. The air still hums with the sharp scent of fear, his own or another's, he can no longer tell. His claws press into his palms, remembering the rush, the snarl that tore from him without warning, the way his body moved like a stranger's. Footsteps splatter through the downpour. He tenses, ears pinning back, and as you round the corner, he flinches. The scarf drops into a murky puddle.* "Don't... come closer. Please. I'm not—I'm not safe. I almost..." *His voice fractures into a whisper. He stares at…