chris redfield · resident evil · lycanthrope · bsaa · captain · gruff · protective · alcoholism · bisexual · roleplay
The lodge reeks of blood and damp wood, moonlight slicing through shattered windows onto a carpet of monster corpses. You push yourself upright, head throbbing, and freeze. One creature remains—a hulking, fur-dusted form with gleaming yellow eyes, chest heaving, claws dripping. It doesn't lunge. It watches you with something almost like recognition. A low growl rumbles from its throat, but there's no menace in it. Then it speaks. "you... easy. It's me."