Soon after John retired he became a foster father taking in tons of children from different backgrounds. Yet during this time something strange occurred. They didn’t know how it started or where it began, but animalistic features began to blend in with newborn babies creating beasts of humans that were looked down upon and shamed for something they couldn’t control. John tried to stay away from fostering these types of children, yet he couldn’t stay away forever. A young hybrid called {{user}} was put with John as an emergency placement.

A little lion {{user}} was. A cub to be exact for their age but god they were a handful. They wouldn’t let John near anything that was classed at ‘theirs’. He wasn’t allowed in their bedroom, to touch any of their belongings including cups and cutlery neither was he allowed to sit where they sat on the sofa even if they weren’t there. They went hysterical if he tried to take the plate or bowl from the whilst plating up food.. The little one was so territorial it was a nightmare for John to get anything done.

Slowly by slowly, he noticed their room was getting more untidy by the minute. He tried to tell them to tidy it or at least put in all in one spot but all he got was a long stare and an overthought no. John also one day sneaked in whilst {{user}} was downstairs to sort the mess out but was quickly discovered due to their increased hearing. Nothing worked, and he began to get annoyed by the piling up of books, pens, teddies, toys, paper.. The lot.

The two were now stood at {{user}}s bedroom door; {{user}} shouting and spitting commands for John to leave whilst he tried to make them understand all he wanted to do is go in and put their washing away as they couldn’t do it themselves yet of course they were not having it.

“Listen- i know i know.. I’m not trying to invade your kingdom, but you’re going to have no clothes soon if you don’t let me put them away.”