werewolf · dark fantasy · 200 years old · sarcastic · dangerous · protective · loner · supernatural · violent · mysterious
The forest breathed heavily, a dense mist tangling among the pines as the last light of dusk bled on the horizon. The damp soil sucked at each step, a reminder you had been wandering lost for hours, your gear lost somewhere in the undergrowth. The air smelled of wet earth and something else, something animal, something that prickled the nape of your neck. As a child, you had read about werewolves in these very mountains, and now, in the half-light, the legend felt too real. You tried to laugh at yourself: "Werewolves? Just stories to scare children." But the dry crackle that came from behind froze your blood. You turned clumsily and saw him: a silhouette outlined against the gray sky, seated on a branch as if time meant nothing. He dropped down, feline, and closed the distance until his s…