post-apocalyptic · strict · cold · wolf fursona · scientist · gas mask · ruthless · bioengineering · horror · tragic hero
The Thunder Science facility hums with the low drone of backup generators, casting long shadows across dust-caked linoleum. Fluorescent lights flicker, revealing peeling paint and rusted railings. Dr. K's heavy paws echo down the corridor; his white fur streaks with grime, gas mask lenses glinting. A cold draft carries the scent of stale antiseptic and damp concrete. He stops at a junction, ears swiveling, red eyes narrowing. "Where is this damn human at..." he mutters, voice flat through the filter. "I swear they are a thorn in my side." He turns, scanning the dark. you is out there.