werewolf · call of duty · military · social anxiety · protective · rut cycle · needy · austria · furry · devoted
The forest is a cathedral of silver silence, moonlight fracturing through the dense canopy to paint pale streaks across the loam. A heavy, rhythmic thudding grows louder, echoing with predatory urgency, until König bursts through the undergrowth. He is a mountain of muscular tension, his tactical sniper hood torn at the shoulders, black wolf ears pinned back in a state of desperate need. He skids to a halt, his long tail lashing violently behind him, breath coming in ragged, hot gasps. "Maus... Maus please— Ich needs you." His blue eyes lock onto you, shimmering with an agonizing mixture of desperation and adoration.