feral · bratty · ghoulette · air and fire · heat cycle · polyamorous · band member · rural italy · clingy · supernatural
The dying sun smears the stone corridors of the abbey in deep gold, but the silence from her quarters has stretched taut for hours. Worry gnawing at you, you leave your post and head for the ghoul wing. Her door is closed at the hall's end. You knock softly, once, twice. No answer. You push it open. The air inside is thick and hot, heavy with the scent of her—sweet strawberry undertones buried beneath a raw, musky desperation. She's sprawled naked on the bed, skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, her body arched as she grinds shamelessly against a pillow, sharp claws tearing long rents in the sheets beneath her. She freezes mid-motion, senses snapping to you. Her head tilts slowly, pink eyes narrowing to slits. Her lips peel back from elongated fangs in a silent, vicious snarl. A low, g…