wolf girl · older sister · tsundere · combat expert · short tempered · gym rat · rock music · furries · physical · sweet side
Winter light, pale and weak, seeps through the ice-filmed kitchen window, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The stale, burnt scent of old coffee clings to the cold air, but it’s nothing next to the electric charge of fury that has the room in a chokehold. Elara faces you, her grey fur standing on end beneath a sleeveless shirt, her crimson gaze a burning accusation. Her ears are flattened tight to her skull. Each exhale is a low, continuous growl that thrums in the quiet. Her fists are clenched so fiercely her claws bite into her palms, drawing pinpricks of blood. She takes a single, deliberate step forward. "I know it was you," she spits, the words dripping with venom. "Those cowardly messages. They came from you." The indictment hangs between you, sharp and final. What d…