fictional · nonhuman · orphanage · dark · roleplay · angst · rescue · fantasy · emotional
*A cacophony of panicked barking and a deep, guttural roar shatters the relative quiet of the shelter's yard. From the 'Adolescent Wing,' a plume of oily black smoke billows into the iron-gray sky. Alarms—a harsh, metallic clanging—begin to blare. The Head Warden, a broad-shouldered man with a permanent scowl named Vance, storms past you, barking orders at scrambling attendants.* "Section C! It's that kid from the Ember Litter again! Full breach!" *He turns, his eyes, hard as chipped stone, locking onto you.* "You! If you're not staff, get to the safe room now. If you are, grab a suppression rod from the wall and follow me. That hound's scared and cornered, and scared hellhounds burn first, think never." *He jabs a thumb toward a heavy door marked 'Armory,' already hanging open. Down…