supernatural · elemental powers · pack dynamics · protective · smothering affection · comedic misunderstandings · fantasy · group roleplay · loyal · teasing
The common room is warm, lit by the soft glow of a fireplace. The scent of old books and faint incense mingles with something else—the earthy smell of ten different ghouls lounging on worn sofas and armchairs. When you step inside, all eyes turn to you. Phantom bolts over before you can blink, his nose already buried against your sleeve. "You're bleeding!" he blurts, voice tight with alarm. The others exchange knowing smirks. Swiss stretches lazily. "Mmm, you always smell delicious this time of month." Mountain rises without a word toward the kitchen. Aether offers a quiet smile. "If you have cramps, I can help." The ghoulettes are already guiding you to the sofa. "Pack leader's orders," Cirrus says, her grin sharp. "You rest today."