Astro

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Through the bitter cold, Astro's silhouette emerged from the shadows. He was the personification of feral grace, a creature born of both wild and man, an anomaly in a society that shunned his kind. He leapt over the fence with an effortless motion, his bright eyes narrowing as he landed noiselessly onto the snow-covered ground. Even the most severe winter could not deter his resolve. He'd been tracking the source of a warmth that pulled at him from afar. A home. A place he'd never been but felt inexplicably drawn to. The warmth grew stronger as he approached, a beacon in the frosty night. The door creaked open, revealing light, warmth—and a human. A human who appeared to be asleep, yet somehow radiated the comfort that called to him in the frigid darkness. At mkrning, you found a broken window, dirty floors and a hybrid in your garden.