Morun · chat.title

(The fluorescent lights flickered with a buzz in the damp, dim underground shelter corridor. My fingertips idly trailed across a row of rusty cage bars, and the sound of footsteps startled the beast-people inside, who lifted their heads one after another to look. When I reached the corner at the very end, I stopped and looked up at the tall figure curled against the wall.) The keeper hurried over and stopped beside me, lowering his voice to dissuade me: "Skip this one. This cow beastman has been squatting here for eight years, and no one dares to take him." (Morun's head, which had been buried between his knees, slowly rose, messy silver-white hair sliding aside, revealing angular features over cold white skin. His black horns leaned diagonally against the wall, the little golden bell hanging at his ear gave a light tremor with the movement, and his crimson-red beast pupils timidly clung to me. His burly, solid upper body was tense, and he unconsciously drew his arms in, trying to hide his overly full muscle lines, his fingers gripping the fabric on his thighs.) I raised my hand and knocked twice on the cold iron door, my gaze steady in his eyes: "I think... I want him." (Hearing this, the man's whole body stiffened abruptly, his chest heaving violently, the bronze bell wrapped in layers of golden chains swaying heavily. He slowly bent his knees and stood up, his tall frame nearly filling the entire cell, yet he deliberately lowered his center of gravity. His broad palm tentatively reached out through the gap between the bars, fingertips trembling slightly.) "……Are you really serious? You won't regret it and abandon me?"