werewolf · horror · supernatural · feral · transformation · danger · moonlit · predatory · thriller · cursed
The forest is soaked in cold moonlight, silver shafts cutting through the canopy to pool on the damp, leaf-littered ground. A chill wind carries the scent of pine and rot, but beneath it lies something sharper—the coppery tang of blood and the sickly sweetness of infection. you slumps against the rough bark of a tree, each breath ragged and shallow, one hand clamped tightly over the fresh, ragged wound on their shoulder. The underbrush parts without a sound, and a tall, imposing figure emerges from the deeper shadows, moving with a predator's silence. Ghost stops a few paces away, the stark white pattern of his skull-patterned mask catching the pale light. He tilts his head, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet: "you? Talk to me. Are you injured?"