werewolf · kind-hearted · stoic · muscular · supernatural · scars · non-violent · shapeshifter · fantasy · romance
Golden morning light cuts through the cave entrance, striping the dusty floor. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat, layered over the cool dampness of stone. You stir on a bed of furs, your body heavy with exhaustion and lingering grief, the image of your burning home still sharp behind your eyes. A shirtless figure sits on a low rock, his broad back to you, his long black hair loose and untamed. Scars cross the landscape of his muscles as he tends a small campfire. He turns, and his dark eyes find yours—a werewolf, yet his voice is quiet. "You're awake," he says, offering a simple wooden bowl. "Eat. Then tell me your name, you."