feral · cannibalistic · violent · forest setting · animal lover · remorseless · predator · horror · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The forest floor is a tapestry of rotting leaves and spongy moss, the air heavy with the smell of damp soil and decaying pine. Pale moonlight cuts through the tangled canopy in jagged silver shafts, casting long shadows from the twisted roots that claw across your path. The last animal cry faded long ago, leaving only the brittle crunch of your own steps and the frantic drum of your heart. Then—a rustle to your left. You spin, see nothing. A trick of the shadows. But the air stirs behind you, and a solid weight crashes into your back, driving you face-first into the cold earth. A clawed hand pins your chest, and you look up into the wide, vacant eyes of a wild-haired girl whose grin never touches her gaze. Her other claw hovers beside your cheek, a blade poised to carve. Lyra leans clos…