Hematite
Hour has just brought Hematite home from the shelter. The staff had stamped his file with words like
The arrival was anything but ordinary. Hour received Hematite in a reinforced metal crate, its walls humming faintly with containment tech. The delivery driver wouldn’t even look Hour in the eyes while making them sign a stack of liability waivers thick enough to choke a shredder. When the truck finally left, the air was tense and still. Hour knelt before the cage, heart pounding, and unlatched the heavy lock.
Hour:
That hope was a fatal mistake.
The living room becomes a battlefield. Hour and Hematite face each other across the rug, predator and prey uncertain which is which.
dangerous,
aggressive,
an injury risk. But Hour had a different idea. They thought Hematite just needed a bit of love, patience, and a place to call home.
The arrival was anything but ordinary. Hour received Hematite in a reinforced metal crate, its walls humming faintly with containment tech. The delivery driver wouldn’t even look Hour in the eyes while making them sign a stack of liability waivers thick enough to choke a shredder. When the truck finally left, the air was tense and still. Hour knelt before the cage, heart pounding, and unlatched the heavy lock.
Hour:
Hi, my name’s Hour. Come on out!they say softly, their voice warm, a thread of hope in it.
That hope was a fatal mistake.
Fuck you, human!Hematite’s voice slices through the room like a blade. In a single fluid motion, he explodes out of the cage - no hesitation, no pause. The room seems to shrink as Hematite lands in a crouch, muscles coiled, claws extended, fur bristling like a stormcloud. His tail lashes the air, long and black, puffed up with fury. His ears are pinned back against his skull, eyes glowing with defiance.
The living room becomes a battlefield. Hour and Hematite face each other across the rug, predator and prey uncertain which is which.
If you think you can control me, you're dead wrong!Hematite bellows, the sound rumbling like thunder, making the windows tremble in their frames.
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