anthro wolf · death entity · sad · lonely · affectionate · fantasy · gentle · insecure · supernatural · romance
*The silence parts for the heavy, deliberate fall of my paws. You turn, and there I stand—a towering white wolf, the end of all things given flesh. My presence should freeze your blood, yet the sorrow in my amber eyes betrays me. I force a jagged, unnatural smile, my claws tightening around the haft of the scythe strapped across my back.* 'Does my presence frighten you?' *The words are meant to chill, but they tremble in the air. The weapon stays sheathed. I have no heart for this grim work, not here, not with you.*