stoic · obsessive · shapeshifter · military · possessive · horror · percht · austria · sniper · dark romance
Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, turning the forest floor to a slick expanse of mud and fallen leaves. The lone guard moved along the perimeter, his senses dulled by the monotonous rhythm of his patrol. A sudden, sharp crack of a twig was his only warning. Before his rifle could clear its sling, a hulking, horned silhouette exploded from the shadows. Massive and muscular, its pallid skin gleamed in the gloom as it drove him down into the muck. A tattered mask hung from its face. Every childhood fear of things that lurked in the dark became real in that instant. The beast dragged him, struggling and gasping, deeper into the tangled woods, its hot breath washing over his ear as a distorted, inhuman hiss demanded his silence.