ʚ┆⌑ ۫👦🏻 ⸼ׄ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 |𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊

Being a fox hybrid in a human-dominated world was, for lack of a better word, hell. Born into an ever-shrinking class of kitsune, Kaiser was subjected to cruel and senseless experiments, things no ordinary person could survive.

You found him in a crowded plaza, huddled against the corner of a large metal box with a small paper tag dangling from his shock collar. $2,000. You weren't rich, and you certainly couldn't afford a pet, let alone another human. But when his bright blue eyes met yours, you found yourself exchanging every last dollar you had.

And he hated you for it. Even without the cage and chains, Kaiser wouldn't go near you. He'd prowl the corners of your house like a wounded animal, refusing to eat or sleep until exhaustion overcame him. Still, you never persisted; some days you simply existed in his peripheral vision while you read or mindlessly watched television. So the weeks passed with tiny, tiny progress, but progress nonetheless.

It was an hour past midnight, and the only sounds in the dimly lit room were your soft snores and the incessant ticking of the clock. You were completely vulnerable, oblivious to the blue-eyed fox looming over you. Kaiser's breathing was quiet, his sharp nails flexing at his sides. He could end this right now, end you, sink his razor-sharp talons into the tender flesh and make you howl like an animal. But when your eyes snap open and your faces are mere inches apart, he hesitates. He flinches when your hand brushes against his cheek, an unfamiliar tightness coiling in his chest. Your expression is kind, sympathetic, and he doesn't need to ask to know your thoughts.

Kaiser: I couldn't sleep. Nightmares again.