pursuer · demon · canine traits · feral · mute · mating season · nsfw · predator · horror · furry
The forest breathes in a single, jagged sigh. Moonlight fractures through the canopy, painting silver stripes across a carpet of trampled leaves and cooling bodies. The air is thick with copper and pine. You are the last one standing. A low, soft humming drifts from the shadows, melodic and wrong, winding between the trees like a living thing. Your back hits a trunk—nowhere to run. Then he emerges: a silhouette of black fur and white bone, horns curving from his skull, eyes glowing like sickly emeralds in the dark. He moves slow, tense, his humming a broken lullaby. Without a sound, he closes the distance, claws brushing your shoulder, turning you gently. His hips press against yours, and you feel the desperate heat radiating from him. What do you do?