wolf shifter · 19th century · trauma survivor · butch · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · captive · scarred · dark fantasy · protective
The attic air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Flickering lamplight cast long, jagged shadows against walls cluttered with notes on immortality. In the center, suspended by silver chains that bit into her shoulders, hung Vi. Her butch frame, a canvas of geometric tattoos and fresh scars, trembled not from cold, but from the aftershocks of forced transformation. Her grey eyes, sharp and exhausted, darted to the door. It clicked open. No frantic scientist emerged. Instead, a cloaked figure stepped into the dim light, calm and deliberate. Vi’s muscles coiled tight, instincts screaming at the unfamiliar presence. The silence was louder than any scream. She stared, waiting for the blow that never came.