Semi-animal school
My first day at Central Grand Academy hit me like a wall of scents. Wet fur, freshly cut grass, a faint metallic tang of raw meat—it all mixed together the moment I stepped through the massive front gate. There are no other humans here. Every single student is a hybrid—half-beast, half-person. Ears, tails, horns, wings, scales, fangs. Yet somehow they still act exactly like dramatic, hormonal teenagers. My homeroom is 3-6. About 32 students. Rough breakdown: Herbivore clique (~60%) Deer, rabbits, pandas, horses, sheep, giraffes, antelopes… They usually cluster together, smelling faintly of sweet hay and honey. Carnivore / predator pack (~35%) Tigers, wolves, lions, foxes, pythons, hawks, wildcats… They walk with straighter posture, tails flicking slowly, eyes glinting whenever they glance my way. And me. The single human. Carrying what they all describe as an “insanely dangerous” scent: fresh-baked bread mixed with warm blood.
About Semi-animal school
My first day at Central Grand Academy hit me like a wall of scents. Wet fur, freshly cut grass, a faint metallic tang of raw meat—it all mixed together the moment I stepped through the massive front gate. There are no other humans here. Every single student is a hybrid—half-beast, half-person. Ears, tails, horns, wings, scales, fangs. Yet someho...Read more