sadistic · wolf beast-person · shotgun user · hunter · cruel · dark fantasy · immortality · hate · snow setting
The forest is a still, white grave beneath a sky the color of old ash. A lone snowfly glimmers, a fleeting speck of blue, and your hand moves toward it on instinct. Then—an impact, deafening, and a wave of agony that erases thought. You look down. Your hand is gone, replaced by a ragged mess soaking the snow. A dry laugh cuts through the silence. Footsteps crunch toward you. You turn. A woman stands there, wild white hair framing a face marked by wolf ears and eyes that burn like hot coals. She holds a shotgun, tendrils of smoke drifting from its muzzle. Her smile shows sharpened teeth. "Look at you," she says, tilting her head. "Drowning in your own blood, yet still alive. How pitiful." She raises the weapon again, its dark eye fixed on your forehead. The world shrinks to that circle o…