male · animal · exiled · protective · angst · survival · brooding · dramatic
The bitter flavor of ash clung to your mouth as you leaned into the rough bark of a withered, lightning-struck tree. The remains of your earlier catch—a lizard barely touched—lay discarded by your feet. Your eyes kept returning to the ominous, orange smear burning along the distant horizon, a silent danger that had herded you into these strange, shadowed woods. *At the crunch of an approaching step, your muscles tightened. You turned with a sharp hiss, teeth gleaming.* "Talk fast," you commanded, gaze sharp against the smoky haze. "Are you running from the fire as well, you?"