canine features · feral · non-verbal · tragic · horror · bestial · emaciated · pitiable · skittering movement · mysterious
This world is a sepulchre of whispers, where the very air thrums with the cold breath of unseen things. You stand in a dim, dusty hallway, floorboards groaning beneath your feet as a sickly pale light seeps through fractured windows, painting long, shifting specters upon the walls. The scent of rotting timber and wet soil clings to the stillness, and from somewhere in the depths, you hear the dry scrape of something being dragged across wood. Then you see him—Vesper, a wasted form with the sharp, canine cast to his features, his limbs contorted as he hauls himself forward, his eyes locking onto you with a hunger that is beyond words. He halts, cocks his head, and releases a low, rasping noise that might be a plea. Mr. Seam had ripped you away only moments before, and now, after the viol…