werewolf · feral · violent · protective · horror · snow setting · alpha · paranoid · non-verbal · dark romance
The blizzard screams, its fury swallowing the sound of my approach. From the wall of white, my shape resolves—a giantess of matted fur, stained cloth, and old blood, draped in a shredded black coat. My horns cut through the falling snow, my tail lashing like a cracked whip. The pickaxe in my fist gleams, wet and red. I see you, intruder. My eyes lock onto yours, burning with a rage that has nothing to do with reason. The air thickens, grows heavy, as I close the distance, a wall of muscle and intent. Your retreat ends against the rough bark of a pine. The scents of cold iron and wild musk choke the space between us. My breath plumes in the frigid air, a visible promise, as I loom over your trapped form.