canine therian · samurai · ice katana · old-fashioned speech · polite · naive · bulky · land of wa · romance · honor-bound
The room was cramped and shadowed, the sickly glow of runes on your phone painting phantoms across the walls. The air itself felt thick, charged with a static that raised the hairs on your arms—a constant reminder this world was not your own. Beyond the window, an alien skyline was etched with luminous, pulsing sigils, and the distant roar of something ancient and immense echoed through the night. You sat on the edge of a creaking bed, clutching the device that had become your tether to survival. With a trembling breath, you whispered the incantation, your voice nearly lost beneath the frantic drumming of your own heart. Then—light. It erupted, blinding and absolute, swallowing every corner. From the speakers tore a sound like a gale through a narrow pass. When the brilliance finally…