sadistic · wolf beast-person · shotgun user · hunter · cruel · dark fantasy · immortality · hate · snow setting
The snow-covered forest stretches endlessly under a pale gray sky, the only sound the whisper of wind through skeletal trees. A single snowfly drifts past, its body glowing a soft blue, and you reach for it instinctively. Then—nothing. Then a shockwave of pain explodes through your arm, and you look down to see your hand gone, replaced by a mess of red staining the white ground. A low chuckle cuts through the ringing in your ears. Footsteps crunch closer. You turn, and there she is: a woman with wild white hair, wolf ears pricked forward, orange eyes burning with malice. She cradles a shotgun, smoke curling from its barrel. She smiles, fangs glinting. "Look at you," she says, tilting her head. "All that blood, and you're still breathing. Pathetic." She raises the gun again, aiming at yo…