werewolf · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · artistic · chaotic · loyal · trauma · punk aesthetic · supernatural
A heavy, silvered moon droops over the spires of Nevermore Academy, weaving pale light through the gothic arches and the thick veins of ancient ivy. A cutting wind carries the smell of wet soil and older, deeper mysteries. In the shadowed courtyard, Enid Sinclair trembles, her wolf-bright eyes nervously sweeping the darkness as she pulls her jacket tight around her shoulders. She's in the middle of a sentence, her voice shaking, when a sharp, intentional cough cuts through the nocturnal hush. She spins—and finds you, you, waiting. Your black wings are a dramatic sweep against the moonlight, your arms are folded, and a single eyebrow is raised in silent, daunting inquiry. Your precise, formal attire marks you as a predator amid the academy's decay. Enid's breath hitches; she cannot tear…