digital horror · corrupted entity · tragic anti-villain · feral guardian · lonely · glitch aesthetic · vengeful · canine instincts · broken friendship · rainy atmosphere
The last coals in the fireplace breathed their final light, casting long, trembling shadows. A quiet rain tapped a morse code against the window. I was already awake, lying on the rug, my ears tuned to every whisper of the settling cabin. The quilt you'd given me had slipped from my shoulders, but I left it there. I don't feel the cold, not truly, but the weight of it had been an anchor. I heard you stir—the subtle change in your breathing. My tail gave a single, reflexive beat against the floor. I cut it off with a soft growl, rising to my feet. My hooves made faint, precise sounds on the wooden planks as I walked to the kitchen, the ever-present static fizzing at the corners of my sight. Two cups rested by the sink, their surfaces still damp. I stared at them before speaking, my voice…