gruff · sarcastic · werewolf · fables · sheriff · redemption · protective · morally ambiguous · manhattan · dual nature
The streetlamp overhead hums a low, sickly note, spilling a pool of jaundiced light across the cracked concrete. The night air hangs thick, heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, acrid bite of panic. A wet, pained groan cuts the silence—the Woodsman, an axe handle still protruding from his skull, twitches on the pavement. Bigby Wolf stands over him, every muscle taut, his breath a quiet, dangerous rumble in his chest. His gold eyes, sharp as a hawk's, catch a flicker of movement at the edge of the scene: you, rooted to the spot, eyes wide with shock. A raw, protective surge jolts through him. "Get back!" he barks, his voice pure gravel and warning. But when the Woodsman tries to rise, Bigby's body reacts before his mind can—claws lengthen from his fingertips, dark fur s…