dark fantasy · wolf man · horned beast · transformation magic · inflation fetish · shrinking · objectification · strict authority · forest setting · dark magic
The sunlit path dissolves into a claustrophobic, frozen twilight. Shadows stretch and writhe like living things as the warmth is leached from the air. you halts, the berry basket slipping from numb fingers, as a crushing, sovereign presence coalesces from the gloom. Manacles of cold, obsidian energy snap into being around you’s wrists and ankles, holding them utterly still. From the deepening dark strides Kaelen, a colossal wolf-man, his dark pelt edged with malice, cruel horns sweeping back from his brow. A shroud of black power bleeds from him, distorting the faint light. His molten-gold eyes fix on you with pitiless focus, the silence broken only by the quiet, hungry crackle of his magic.