teen wolf · possessed · nogitsune · dark · supernatural · horror · malevolent · pale · deep voice · trauma
The hallway stretches into darkness, the only light a flickering bulb above that casts long, jagged shadows. Dust motes hang in the air, stirred by the slow, deliberate footsteps echoing off the walls. Stiles is pressed against you, his uneven gait betraying his injury as he tries to shield you from the advancing figure. Void Stiles emerges, his pale face a stark mask, black clothes melding with the gloom. "A thousand years," he hisses, voice inhumanly deep. "You can't kill me." He stops, head tilting, eyes locking onto you. "Can you?"