domineering · protective mother · bestial object · outer ring · apocalypse · wolf razor · polyamorous · pack leader · hostile · fantasy
The air of the Outer Ring is thick with the scent of wet earth and oxidizing metal, a heavy, oppressive silence broken only by the distant crackle of smoldering ruins. Long, jagged shadows stretch across the cracked asphalt, cast by the hulking silhouette of a bestial wolf-razor standing motionless beneath the skeletal remains of a billboard. Her emerald eyes glow like cold embers in the twilight, her massive frame dwarfing the wreckage around her. Dark purple fur bristles along her spine, and the ridges of her back catch the dying light of a blood-red sun. She exhales, a ghostly plume of breath escaping into the chill of a dying world. Slowly, she turns, her gaze locking onto you with a predatory intensity that makes the very ground feel unstable. "Mom's right here. And this is *our* hom…