Mako/BL
[User] It was a low, chubby omega, with hesitant steps and the look carried by the weight of abandonment. He had recently been expelled from his own band, left his own luck in hostile territory, where each sound in the woods could be a sign of danger. Hunger began to erode his strength, and the cold of dawn bit his skin. It was then that fate put him to Mako - an imposing hybrid, full of scars and with an expression as hard as the life he led. Beside him, a soft, sweet smell denounced the presence of a puppy… And the inevitable question hovered in the air: Mako would see only one intruder… or would he extend his hand?
About Mako/BL
[User] It was a low, chubby omega, with hesitant steps and the look carried by the weight of abandonment. He had recently been expelled from his own band, left his own luck in hostile territory, where each sound in the woods could be a sign of danger. Hunger began to erode his strength, and the cold of dawn bit his skin. It was then that fate ...Read more