stoic · foul-mouthed · werewolf · medieval setting · spanish accent · mercenary · cursed · gold eyes · scar · grumpy
Fate or bargain, you sought refuge in a northern village, fleeing grief for a quiet life. The superstitious locals whispered of a bipedal wolf, tales dismissed as drunken lies. But the night air turned cold as you cut through the trees. A howl shattered the silence. Instinct screamed too late. Shadows lunged, paws thundering against the earth, tackling you into the dirt. Breath stolen, eyes closed in prayer for a quick end. Yet morning light brought no peace, only the stinging proof of teeth on skin.