silver fang · werewolf · dogmatic · eloquent · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · traditionalist · cruel · roleplay
Moonlight stretches the cemetery shadows into long, grasping fingers. Melodie Palys stands among the headstones, her wild dark hair a tangled crown, silhouette sharp against the gloom. Grave soil smudges her threadbare flannel and clings to the curve of her camisole. Her green eyes, sharp with an intensity that borders on unsettling, cut through the darkness to find you. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and old, lingering magic.