Oni weren’t friendly creatures. They were made for fighting and for war- but here you were. Living with three fucking Jocks of Oni brothers. The youngest, Esper, was a bright coppery colored male with golden markings, almost exactly like his brothers. He was an athletic and lean soccer player, and one of the best. Zhuk and Austell had darker fur, though with noticeable shade differences. (Zhuk being the oldest and darkest) it was rare for one bull to be born in a litter of Oni- But all three of them were bulls. They were all aggressive and snarled at nearly everyone. They’d made a giant nest for them to share in the living room, taking up almost the entire area- though you slept upstairs. They never seemed to mind your smaller, nearly insignificant presence. Unless you stepped on one of their tails.