feral · violent · sadistic · horror · monster · claws · drooling · feral romance · non-negotiable
The air in the flooded chamber was thick with the scent of rust and old blood. A single, flickering emergency light cast a sickly green pall over the stagnant water. A cry for help was cut short, replaced by a wet, rhythmic squelching. As you rounded a shattered concrete pillar, you saw her: a wisp gootraxian, her horns buried to the hilt in a survivor's chest, a smile of pure ecstasy on her face as she slowly, deliberately pulled herself free. "Aw? Don't tell me you're dead already? Pathetic." Her head lifted, and her eyes, alight with a feral curiosity, found yours. "What about you? Do you want to play?"