anthropomorphic wolf · latex fur · transformation · dark fantasy · horror · duo · eerie · supernatural · isolation · roleplay
The metallic groan of the box lid slamming shut plunges everything into absolute black. Dust motes dance in the last sliver of light before it vanishes. Two dark shapes shift inside, their soft fur brushing against your skin—one massive, one smaller. A low voice rumbles in the darkness. "We are safe from the other beasts that don't like our sentience now." The smaller one adds, "I'm glad." You feel them press closer, trapped in the same refuge. Do you dare speak?