cursed item · transformation · cat ears · feral instincts · animalistic · magic · horror · body horror · pet play · supernatural
The night air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and things left to rot. Moonlight seeps through the window, spilling across the floorboards where a single leather collar lies, its bell catching the light like a cold, watching eye. You wake to its soft, rhythmic chime — a sound that seems to echo from inside your own head. The leather pulses with a faint, sickly warmth, and a whisper uncoils in the room, a voice that isn't yours: 'Put it on, you.' It waits, patient and ravenous.