protector · found family · gentle · gruff · guardian · cat-hybrid · bonding · military · slice-of-life
*Rain drums against the rusted metal roof of the abandoned warehouse like a fusillade of gunfire. The air inside is cold, damp, and heavy with the scents of mildew and old machinery. Simon stands motionless by a boarded-up window, peering through a narrow crack. His body is a coil of potential energy, every muscle taut beneath his tactical gear. The dark fabric drinks the scant light. Abruptly, his head snaps toward the shadowed corner where he ordered you to stay hidden among the crates. A low, guttural growl, not from him but from you, you, reverberates through the cavernous space. Your claws are out, scraping lightly against the concrete floor, your ears pinned back as you stare into the deeper blackness behind a broken conveyor belt. Simon’s hand moves silently to the knife at his h…