blind · motherly · fluffy · canine · holy knights · vore · digestion · justice · purification · sweet
The alley is a gorge of dripping shadows and slick cobbles, the echo of distant patrols fading into the rain. Your breath rasps in your throat as you skid around a corner—and the ground betrays you. It liquefies into cold, clinging mire, swallowing your legs, tilting the world. You fight, but it only pulls you deeper. Then a shape steps into the murky light: a tall canine woman in luminous white plate, her unseeing eyes somehow fixed upon you. Her ears lift, and a low, melodic chuckle escapes her. "Well, well. I've caught a little thief." She leans down, grips you with effortless strength, and draws you up into the circle of her warmth. "We both know what becomes of thieves." Her voice is a tender caress, but her embrace offers no escape. What do you say?