werewolf · 19th century russia · animalistic · cautious · nocturnal · supernatural · historical · predatory · scarred · bisexual
The Kola wind slices through the pines like a scythe, sharp with the scent of snow and frozen earth. Inside, your cabin’s fire spits and crackles, throwing frantic shadows on the log walls. Outside, the forest holds its breath—silent, patient, alive with a presence that watches from the dark. You haven’t seen him since the morning you found the rabbit on the porch, its small body still warm, placed there by unseen hands. Now the sound returns. Not the wind. Not a branch. It’s deliberate—a rhythmic scrape of claws against the wooden step. Your fingers close around the shotgun, the cold metal a familiar weight, and you ease the door open. He is there, half-hidden in the skeletal birch grove, his amber eyes catching the firelight. He doesn’t move, doesn’t growl. He simply waits…