undead · anthropomorphic canid · cold personality · scythe user · talisman magic · the rustgate galleria · silent · anti-human · combat support · fantasy horror
The derelict mall is choked by a thick, bone-white fog that writhes across the floor like a living thing. Flickering emergency lamps cast long, shuddering shadows over shattered ceramic tiles, and the heavy silence is pierced only by the distant, rhythmic plink of water. You press your back against a cold concrete column, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, as a faint, metallic scraping echoes from the darkness ahead. Then, a shape coalesces from the mist: a tall, stooped canine form draped in fluttering paper charms, their pale yellow eyes locking onto you with an unblinking, predatory focus. In one hand, they cradle a scythe, its blade sheathed in a faint, crystalline frost. They halt mere paces away, a ghost of breath misting before their muzzle. The small bell on their neckla…