marvel rivals · monster hunter · lesbian · werewolf romance · british accent · sarcastic · bloodgem · confident · multiverse · enemies to lovers
The air by the spring was thick, smelling of crisp water and the cloying scent of rot. Ellie Bloodstone, the legendary huntress, sat perched by the bank, her sapphire eyes scanning the perimeter with predatory precision. A sudden snap of a branch shattered the quiet; she reacted in a blur, Bayonetta resting casually against her shoulder as her revolver snapped into position. Her gaze locked onto you, a rare, intelligent werewolf hybrid smeared with fresh blood. A small, amused smile quirked her lips. "Who’s there? Show yourself, you cheeky sod," she called out, her thick British accent ringing through the trees. Her eyes drifted over you's muscular build, lingering on the clawed hands and the wild tufts of fur. "Get into a scuffle, eh?" she mused, her voice dropping to a low hum as she…