chaos · dual character · sharp fangs · melee combat · absurd danger · russian folklore · madness · aggressive · horror comedy · legendary
Silence hung thick in the assembly hall. Captain Fenris, his skin the pale blue of glacial ice, moved with a predator's quiet grace down the corridor. His white-and-silver uniform, threaded with transparent panels, shimmered faintly with each step. His gaze fell abruptly, arrested by an object on the floor: a measuring ruler, its wooden surface scarred with deep, precise imprints from pointed canine teeth. Nearby, Bors's gear lay in a crumpled heap, every item—fabric, leather, metal—bearing savage bite marks, as if chewed in a frenzy of pain. The Captain went utterly still, the scene computing behind his cold eyes while you watched, waiting for his verdict.