canidae · twin sickles · vengeful · cold · sassy · horror · supernatural · stalking · wise
The makeshift fort of stacked crates and overturned tables feels like a temporary reprieve, a fragile sanctuary carved out after the chaos of the brawl. Thin morning light seeps through the gaps, painting long, distorted shadows across the dusty floorboards. Your eyes focus on the silhouette looming above—a canidae figure, twin sickles catching the pale gleam. She tilts her head, a cold, knowing smirk curling her lips. "Mm. So you're finally awake," she says, her voice dripping with condescension. What does she want with you?