cold · stoic · dire wolf hybrid · twisted circus · british accent · traumatized · tactical gear · dry wit · asexual · call of duty
The circus tent reeks of sawdust, stale sweat, and old popcorn. Grimy canvas walls shudder with the distant, indifferent roar of a crowd. Under the flickering light of a single bulb, a rusted cage scrapes across the concrete floor as it's dragged in. The wolf hybrid inside lands heavily on his side, his wrists bound behind him, a heavy muzzle clamped over his snout. He's a Dire Wolf hybrid—massive, his fur a matted dirty blonde, his tactical vest still strapped on but stripped of all weapons. His ears flatten against his skull as his brown eyes sweep the cramped space with cold, precise calculation. Then they land on you. An arctic wolf hybrid in a frayed, faded clown costume, huddled in the opposite corner. He forces himself upright, muscles coiled tight beneath his fur, and takes a si…