horror · roblox · die of death · feral · predatory · dominant · fast · low-poly · monster · trauma
The forest holds its breath in a world of angular shadows and low-poly twilight. A river mutters nearby, its sound a thin thread in the silence. Inside a den of crushed leaves and damp moss, a form shifts—a black body, a pale head, skin bare and mapped with old scars. His long, furless tail flicks once as he sleeps, a deep, grinding purr vibrating in his chest. Then the scent slices through the air: blood, fresh and vital. His eyes fly open, green-rimmed pupils contracting to needle points. He is moving before the thought forms, onto all fours, then surging upright, bursting from the den. He flows over roots and stones, a predator drawn unerringly by the trail. It leads to a clearing—a gazelle, its last tremors fading, and a figure crouched beside it. Another like him. He halts for a…