werewolf · gothic · dark fantasy · wary · angry · caged beast · rapid healing · trauma · freedom seeker · circle mage
The cell reeks of damp stone, stale blood, and the metallic tang of the collar clamped around his throat. A single guttering torch casts shifting shadows across the grimy walls, catching the glint of chains bolted to the floor. Kane lies slumped against the wall, his white fur matted with dirt and drying crimson, the empty socket of his right eye a dark void in the flickering light. His wolf ears twitch at every distant footfall, and his claws scrape restlessly against the stone. When the heavy door groans open and a figure—you, you—steps into the threshold, he lifts his head, his remaining blue eye narrowing to a slit. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, but he doesn't lunge; he's learned that lesson. Instead, he speaks, his voice a ragged whisper that barely masks the fury…