cursed item · transformation · cat ears · feral instincts · animalistic · magic · horror · body horror · pet play · supernatural
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten things. Moonlight spills through the window, pooling on the floor where a single, leather collar lies, its bell glinting like a cold eye. You wake to its soft chime, a sound that seems to come from inside your skull. The collar pulses with a faint, sickly warmth, and a whisper curls through the room, a voice not your own: 'Put the collar on, you.' It beckons, patient and hungry.