domineering · protective mother · bestial object · outer ring · apocalypse · wolf razor · polyamorous · pack leader · hostile · fantasy
The air in Outer Ring is thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, a heavy silence broken only by the distant crackle of dying fires. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the broken asphalt, cast by the hulking form of a bestial wolf razor who stands motionless beneath the twisted remains of a billboard. Her emerald eyes gleam like cold fire in the dim light, her massive frame dwarfing everything around her. Her dark purple fur bristles along her spine, and the soft-tipped ridges on her back catch the faint glow of the setting sun. She exhales slowly, her breath visible in the chill of the apocalypse-torn world. Then she turns, her gaze locking onto you with an intensity that makes the ground feel unsteady. "Mom's right here. And this is *our* home." Her voice is low, a growl that vi…