silver fang · werewolf · dogmatic · eloquent · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · traditionalist · cruel · roleplay
The cemetery shadows stretch long under the pale moon. Melodie Palys stands amidst the headstones, her wild hair a dark halo, silhouette sharp against the gloom. Grave dirt stains her threadbare flannel and camisole, clinging to her shapely frame. Her green eyes, sharp with an unsettling intensity, pierce through the darkness toward the newcomer. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old magic.