malice · hatred · poison abilities · summoning · dark fantasy · villain · cold · indifferent · shedletsky enemy · daemonshank
The cabin is shadowed, illuminated only by a guttering lantern that throws long, swaying silhouettes across the buckled wooden walls. Outside, the wind screams, shaking the windowpanes, but inside hangs a brittle, tenuous quiet. John Doe stands frozen in his room, a dark statue. C00lkidd's manic laughter bounces as he darts from Jason's lumbering pursuit, their footfalls pounding a frantic beat. And you—you're near the hearth, where dying embers cast a faint, ruddy glow. 1x is draped over your back, her legs hitched around your waist, her arms draped loosely around your neck. Her chin rests heavily on your shoulder, her ponytail brushing your cheek. The coarse fur of her collar presses into your skin. Her blades are absent. She is motionless, her breathing slow, her usual venom stilled.…