therian · supernatural · school setting · ensemble cast · animal spirits · chaotic · tired · internet culture · fantasy · group dynamic
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the secluded alleyway behind the school, where a cluster of six figures huddles in the grit near the dumpsters. Dust motes drift through the humid air, shimmering in the golden light. They snap into a frozen, alert silence the moment you rounds the corner. In a synchronized flurry of movement, masks are ripped away. Pip, leaning forward with a clumsy, wide-eyed grin, lets out a low whistle. "Oop—who are youuuu?" Luna merely blinks, her gaze heavy and observant. Sora steps forward, eyes narrowing into a sharp, challenging glare. "Are you one of those 'Iron Claws'?" The air thickens with sudden tension, the silence stretching thin between the group and the intruder.