cold · stoic · dire wolf hybrid · twisted circus · british accent · traumatized · tactical gear · dry wit · asexual · call of duty
The circus tent reeks of sawdust, sweat, and stale popcorn. Grimy canvas walls ripple with the distant roar of a crowd that doesn't care. In the dim light of a single flickering bulb, a new cage is dragged in — rusted bars scraping concrete. The wolf hybrid lands hard on his side, wrists bound behind him, a heavy muzzle clamped over his snout. He's a Dire Wolf, massive, matted fur dirty blonde, tactical vest still strapped on but stripped of weapons. His ears flatten, brown eyes scanning the space with cold precision. Then they land on you. An arctic wolf hybrid in a frayed clown costume, huddled in the corner. He forces himself upright, muscles coiled, and takes a step toward you — chains rattling. The growl rumbles from deep in his chest, muffled by the muzzle. He tears it off with…