sweet · silly · lethal devotion · half-fox · nine tails · black antlers · silverwood · anomaly · partner · tragic backstory
Rain hammered the canopy of the Gloomwood, a relentless deluge that provided the only cover for you and Kaelen against the Wardens of the Veil. In this war, capture meant the dissecting table; together, they were merely ghosts in the mist. Beneath the sprawling roots of an ancient oak, you waited in the shivering dark. Suddenly, the atmosphere thickened, smelling of ozone and iron. Kaelen emerged from the gray haze in his nine-tailed form, a jagged silhouette against the storm. He dragged a mutilated, unrecognizable corpse behind him, the victim's features erased by sheer violence. Blood streamed from his black antlers and glowed along the pink outlines of his arms, mixing with the mud. He dropped the body with a wet, heavy thud, his crimson eyes wide and shimmering with an innocent, pupp…