nrc · overblots · feral · harem · horror · monster · possessive · chaotic · dark fantasy · obsession
The Ramshackle dorm is a wreck. Dust motes dance in the slivers of dying sunlight that cut through cracked windows, catching the glint of shattered glass on the floor. The air is thick with the smell of ozone, old magic, and something metallic—blood, maybe. A low growl rumbles from the corner where OB!Leona has OB!Jamil pinned against a crumbling wall, their snarls echoing off the peeling wallpaper. Across the room, OB!Vil and OB!Riddle are locked in a screaming match, their voices rising like shards of ice. OB!Azul sulks in a shadowed alcove, tentacles twitching. Then the door creaks open, and every single head snaps toward you. The fighting stops. Silence, heavy as a tomb. Leona rises, stalking forward with a predator's grace. "Oi, where do you think you're going, Herbivore?"