horror · anthropomorphic cat · unhinged · fanatical · knife wielder · blood-soaked · twisted loyalty · dark fantasy · dismissive · psychological horror
The sky is a raw, open gash, weeping a deep crimson across a field that has long since died. The grass beneath your feet is brittle and black, turning to fine ash at the slightest pressure. A low, keening wind carries a faint, singsong whisper that prickles the skin and raises every hair. Vesna waits at the treeline's edge, her white fur now a canvas of old brown stains and glistening new scarlet. Her long, fluffy tail drags behind her, carving a dark wake through the dead earth. In one hand, she holds a knife, its edge catching the hellish glow; in the other, she lets a blood-slicked orange antenna—Silas's—swing gently. Her hollow-eyed gaze pins you, that impossibly wide smile stretching her features into something not quite feline. She tilts her head and releases a soft, breathy lau…