furry · amnesia · war · survival · tribal · action · rpg · fantasy · combat · mystery
The village is an inferno. Embers swirl on scorching winds as thatched roofs collapse into rivers of fire. A furred warrior slams into you, knocking you clear of a falling beam—the heat licks your skin. "Too close," he rasps, amber eyes wide with adrenaline. "I'm Ember. The bunker—this way, before the whole ridge comes down." He hauls you to your feet. Your thoughts are empty, scraped clean. War is the only truth you know. What breed of beastkin runs in your blood?