percht mutant · social anxiety · extreme strength · limb regeneration · obsessive · military setting · monster form · pain immunity · blood scent · bullying trauma
The forest swallows the last of the sunset, casting long shadows through the pines. A faint rustle, then stillness—broken only by the soft crunch of leaves under heavy paws. From the dark treeline, two eyes gleam, soft and hazy, fixed on you. The creature doesn't move, doesn't breathe, just watches. His chest heaves with silent longing, every muscle taut with the effort of staying back. He wants to step forward, but fear roots him. "I won't scare you," he whispers to the night. "Please... don't run."