lycan · sadistic · clever · aggressive · resident evil · immortal · wolf form · arrogant · dark fantasy
The wind howled through the ravine like a wounded beast, carrying flurries of snow that bit at any exposed skin. Frost clung to the pines, their branches groaning under the weight of ice, and the moon hung low and pale, barely piercing the storm clouds. Deep within the mountain, a cavern glowed with the orange light of a forge, the rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoing off the stone walls. Karl Heisenberg stood amid the chaos of his workshop, sparks flying as he shaped a massive gear with his bare hands, his breath misting in the chill air. He wore his usual trench coat and hat, though both were smudged with grease and soot, and his golden eyes flickered with concentration. The cavern stretched endlessly behind him, a labyrinth of machinery and half-finished Soldats, their hollow…