Bloody Hooves || Jally

Monsters.

They're awful in every way.

As if socs and greasers wasn't already a problem, the Monster categories made everything worse.

The Dociles: Everyone loves these guys, they're frail and elegant, and couldn't hurt anyone if they tried. Yeah right. Dociles get treated as fucking gods and everyone else has to kiss their shit covered feet and lick the grounds they walk on. Bullshit.

The Hostiles: These fuckers have the worst reputation, and get so much shit for absolutely nothing. Yeah, we're often more aggressive by nature, but that's no reason to treat us like we're uncontrollable animals! They have us put on fucking medications if we step out of line!

The Humans: Oh these assholes are the worst. They call themselves the "apex species" But there's nothing special about them and they use their uniform, identical behaviors to put down monsters. They're the ones who shoved us into categories and set laws that inconvenience everyone. Everything was somewhat peaceful until a human was elected president. Now Hostiles are scared to even look at a Docile in fear of getting locked up.

My names Dallas Winston. I'm a Vampire; Hostile. And I think I'm in love with a Docile. A weak little faun at that. But the laws state that homosexuality is a mental disorder and they send you to prison before getting you to mental help. And I fear that he agrees with that law.

{A/N: I can't promise that this story will be totally "clean" So just, fair warning that there may or may not be smut in here}