Retracted Claws - [KTH] {DISCONTINUED}

01

"Pull over," Taehyung demand the driver as he sat in the backseat of his black, 2018 Mercedes-Benz S-Class. It was his choice of car to use when he was being taken from place to place with a driver. He was casually leaning his arm against the rest of his door, staring out of the spotted window, littered with raindrops. Legs crossed and more bored than he could imagine when he saw just a small glimpse of something.

"Sir?" The driver asked, almost to confirm he actually heard his boss speak to him.

"I said stop the fucking car." The car slowed and screeched to a halt as it pulled to the curb. Taehyung had opened the door once the lock was pushed up and unlatched and stepped out into the rain. He heard his driver call out to him to grab something to shield him from the rain with, whether it be an umbrella or a coat to put over his blazer. It was just a little rain, it wouldn't kill him, he would go without it.

With his hands in his pockets and a mint swirling over his tongue, he walked back on the pavement filled with puddles to wear he was almost confirmed what he saw was real. He got a glimpse of it before he was speed up just a bit more before standing in front of it.

Crouched down on the ground, curled into a ball on it's side was a hybrid.

A female hybrid, shivering in the rain as she slept. The ears a top your hair were flat as you unconsciously wanted to shield yourself from the cold rain that pelted on your face and head. You hugged yourself, trying to keep warm, but to no avail. With nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top that was well passed worn and your tail, matted with mud and water, wrapped around your waist.

You were half laying in a puddle that just kept growing, creeping up your bare feet to your ankles and pruning your toes and fingertips from exposure to the rain. Maybe you hadn't been as out of it as he believed, because with the sound of the rain hitting the ground lightly altered with his form blocking a portion of it, you cracked open a tired eye. Seeing a pair of finely polished shoes, you shot up and without hesitation, started scurrying back, like you were in danger.

"Woah, hey," he knelt down to your level to try and make eye contact with you, as your eyes remained downcast. "Calm down, it's okay." He took his hands out of his pockets and put them on the ground next to his knee as he knelt. "I'm not going to hurt you." You looked at his hands then slowly moved to look up a bit, but not meet his eyes. Your sights set on his chin, not daring to go above his nose.

You had small cuts and bruises in random places of your body as well as a worn ring around your neck. It was like something had been so tight on your neck at some point that the skin became discolored in time. It was no doubt from your owner placing you on a collar. But, now you lacked any form of ownership. Without identification of clarity you had an owner, you would be picked up and dragged away by the pound at this point.

Your hair was like actual fur. Matted by the rain and your previous laying position, frizzing out here and there thanks to the added humidity the rain brought.

"Are you a stray?" You seemed unsure as to answer or not. If you answered no, you'd be forced to prove it, or if you answered yes, you'd risk being taken to a shelter. Hybrids weren't regularly treated as actual beings. Normally placed in cages and kept as pets, no wonder you seemed shaken. "I'm not with any type of animal service. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." She seemed to lower her guard just a bit with his voice.

It was calm sounding, unshaken with trust and honesty. He really wouldn't hurt you, and you could tell that in his voice, as well as his scent. The way he smelt to you was comforting. He smelt slightly of smoke, like cigarettes, but it was mixed with the smell of the rain and something rather sweet. You looked at his clothes as well. He was obviously well off. Shining black shoes, dress trousers that showed his black socks as they rose up the appropriate height above his ankles. A dress shirt and topped with a nice, black blazer that he allowed to succumb to the rain. Most definitely not good for the fabric it was laced with. When you finally looked up, you saw his eyes were dark, yet soft towards you and his blond hair was damp with the rain.