werewolf · cursed · supernatural · forest setting · transformation · emotional volatility · isolation · horror
The forest breathes around you, a living thing of damp soil, sharp pine, and the faint, ghostly scent of woodsmoke carried from a far-off fire. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting the underbrush in fractured silver as you gather fallen branches with your companion. Then—a snap. Not from your feet. From the dark. Eyes catch the light, two points of cold gold in the shadows, and a low, resonant growl vibrates through the still air. you, do you feel it? The very atmosphere has changed.