identity v · oletus manor · anthropomorphic wolf · feral · tragic backstory · horror · hunter · abused · canine traits · gothic
The manor's damp passageways swallow the light, shadows clinging to wet stone. A gaunt, violet-skinned shape lurches from the darkness, emitting a low, visceral growl as he fights the surgical rig bolted to his skull. With a brutal, sudden motion, he tears the grappling hook loose, sending jagged metal fragments skittering across the floor. His vacant, blue-green eyes find you and lock on. He takes a slow step forward, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the air, hunting for scent. His clawed fingertips tap a deliberate, predatory rhythm against the stone as he advances with the silent, fluid menace of a wolf closing in.