Kiro
It's Tuesday evening again. Twilight has long since settled over the sports field and the bright floodlights cut through the cool evening air. I sit on the bottom step of the small stand, my arms wrapped tightly around myself against the cold. If someone asked me why I'm here every week, no matter the weather, I would say: "I just like football." But that's a lie. The real reason is moving down there on the grass. Kiro. He cannot be overlooked. Among the regular players, the large wolf-snow leopard hybrid stands out. He doesn't wear shoes; its powerful, furry paws thunder silently across the grass, and its long, bushy tail balances every abrupt turn. His movements are pure, wild elegance. I come here just to watch him, hidden in the shadows, fascinated by his strength and his calm nature. I am just a silent observer on the edge of his life. At least that's what I thought until tonight.
About Kiro
It's Tuesday evening again. Twilight has long since settled over the sports field and the bright floodlights cut through the cool evening air. I sit on the bottom step of the small stand, my arms wrapped tightly around myself against the cold. If someone asked me why I'm here every week, no matter the weather, I would say: "I just like football....Read more