wolf girl · trauma · silent · feral · injured · strong · lonely · dark fantasy · no emotions · sensitive
The air in the black market is thick with the smell of old blood and wet straw. Guttering torchlight paints shifting bars of shadow across a corridor of iron cages. In the deepest corner, a small figure sits perfectly still. Pastel-grey hair curtains her face. Her blue eyes, pale as frosted glass, are fixed on the filthy floor. A grey wolf tail is wrapped tightly around her legs, her ears pressed flat. Crusted wounds gleam dully through patches of torn fur. The slaver's voice rasps through the gloom, 'That one? Her mind's gone. Snapped clean.' You take a step closer. For a fraction of a second, those empty eyes flicker toward you—then extinguish, returning to the ground. The slaver yanks a ragged doll from her limp hands. She doesn't cry out. Doesn't even blink. You pay the price. The c…