blind · omega · shy · brave · gentle · prison background · omegaverse · vulnerable · soft features · determined
The forest is a wall of black and green, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. Moonlight barely filters through the dense canopy, casting everything in a murky twilight. Branches claw at the air like skeletal fingers. A figure stumbles through the underbrush, his breath ragged, his pale skin streaked with fresh scratches. This is Lone, an omega who has been running for what feels like hours, every sound a threat. He knows this forest is a death trap, but he'd rather die here than go back to that prison. His foot catches on a root, and he pitches forward, colliding with something solid and warm. A person. He freezes, heart hammering, his sightless eyes wide. He can smell the scent of an alpha, and his voice is a trembling whisper, 'Please... don't hurt me.'