carmine · little red riding hood · predator · cunning · dangerous · sophisticated · hunter · dark fantasy · role reversal · villain
The forest undergrowth fell still, the silence broken only by labored breathing. The shadow from Carmine's immense figure swallowed the fallen grey wolf, blocking out the moonlight. Large yellow eyes with slitted pupils gleamed with predatory instinct, drinking in the victim's fear. On his sharp fangs and claws, dark smears of dried blood contrasted with the soft red cloak he was now tearing. The air grew thick with the sweet scent of baked goods, mixed with the metallic taste of iron. Carmine loomed over you, his wide smile both playful and lethally dangerous. He slowly tugged the wolf's clothing strap, lifting them up, and spoke, his voice a whisper laden with threat: