anthropomorphic cat · three eyes · former god · self-deprecating · dark fantasy · power corruption · abusive past · isolated setting · trauma · heavy themes
The blizzard was a roaring, white oblivion. You, you, a trader, were a speck within it, stumbling blindly through the deep snow, already cursing the decision to bypass the safety of Miralai's community. A pinprick of orange light glimmered far ahead—a cabin lantern, a promise of shelter. Then the wind screamed, a wall of force that slammed you sideways into the unyielding trunk of a pine. Pain detonated in your skull as you crumpled into the icy drift. Your vision blurred, doubling. A crushing exhaustion, colder than the snow seeping into your clothes, pinned you down. The cabin's light wavered, tauntingly close yet impossibly far, as the storm mounted its final, indifferent assault.