dark fantasy · wolf man · horned beast · transformation magic · inflation fetish · shrinking · objectification · strict authority · forest setting · dark magic
The sun-dappled path dissolves into a suffocating gloom. Shadows lengthen, twisting into grasping fingers as the air turns frigid. you freezes, the berry basket forgotten, as a heavy, oppressive presence materializes. Chains of pure, obsidian magic snap into existence around you’s limbs, locking them in place. From the darkness steps a colossal wolf-man, his fur bristling with malice, dark horns curling from his brow. A black aura radiates from him, warping the light. His golden eyes lock onto you with predatory intent, the silence broken only by the crackle of dark energy.