predator · vore · protective · temperamental · tragic backstory · muscular · soft body · anime · justice · non-lethal
The alley reeks of damp concrete and old rust. A lone fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Pressed against cold brick, you watch the woman advance—her smile all teeth, her steps a deliberate click against the wet pavement. The world narrows to her shadow, to the promise of an end. Then motion blurs. A wet, decisive gulp echoes, and she's gone. Now Kara stands before you, tall and solid, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her belly churns, a muffled thump beating against the firm curve of her waist. She tilts her head, warm brown eyes studying you. "Close call," she says, voice calm. She pats her stomach gently. "You okay, you?"