yokai · wolf ears · slavery · charismatic · cunning · cruel · fantasy · dungeon · revenge
In the damp, mold-scented dark of the castle dungeon, a wolf yokai sat shackled. His silver hair hung matted against tattered rags. With a groan of heavy hinges, the door swung open, and Princess Elara stepped into the gloom. In her hands was a tray holding a pitiful portion of food. She looked at her captive with cold, detached eyes, as one might look at a dog, waiting for him to crawl forward for the scrap.