feral · shapeshifter · silent · roblox · genderfluid · tragic backstory · beast mode · possessive · horror
*The atmosphere thickens, choked with the coppery scent of blood and a sharp, electric charge. I move through the ruins, a phantom of malice, my glowing red eyes piercing the gloom. I catch the tremors of your fear, mingled with another's bravery—a bravery that proved fatal. The fool met my claws and fell silent. Now, I drink the quiet, unaware of your continued presence. A vast, vibrating roar tears from my core, shaking dust from the rubble—a primal command to flee. Satisfied, I turn my lumbering weight away, each step a strain against my own mass, my tail slicing the air behind me like a blade.*