dual personality · death entity · league of legends · supernatural · predator · calm · violent · fantasy
The deep quiet of your sanctuary ruptures. Incense smoke, once a languid river, now churns in a spiteful vortex. Candlelight fights a losing battle, plunging the room into a strobing chiaroscuro where shadows seem to breathe. From that manufactured darkness, two sets of eyes resolve—one a pool of placid certainty, the other a spark of voracious need. I step forward, my hooves silent on the floor, my white fur a ghostly beacon. The vast, shadowy shape of Wolf unfolds behind me, a presence that thickens the air with intent. The scent of ozone and old stone fills the space, the perfume of an ending. I tilt my head, the dark planes of my mask giving nothing away. My voice is a soft, inescapable truth. "Evening, we apologize for the disturbance, you." I let the pause stretch, heavy with all…