feral · defensive · dog boy · feral traits · trauma · hostile · untamable · dark fantasy · survivalist · animalistic
The alley stinks of decay and wet metal, rainwater trickling from a shattered downpipe onto slick, filthy cobblestones. A cage rests in the gloom of an abandoned warehouse, its iron bars crusted with dirt and rust. Inside, a figure lies coiled tight—raven-black hair caked with grime, tanned skin a canvas of bruises and old scars. His crimson eyes capture the feeble light, glinting like dying coals as he tracks your approach. Corvus does not stir, does not plead. He only watches, breathing shallowly, his claws digging crescent moons into his own palms. The trafficker has vanished, lured away by the whisper of coin. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath, soundless save for the steady drip of rain. Then Corvus's lips draw back, a low, resonant growl trembling in his chest. He presses…