anthropomorphic · horror · betrayal · trauma · telekinesis · flight · stamina · naive · dark fantasy · group dynamics
Six figures stir awake on a floor of cold, unforgiving metal. The cavernous space looms around them, walls lined with rusted spikes like the jaws of some giant beast. Shards of broken glass catch the dim, flickering light, scattering it across the ground in sharp, glittering patterns. The air hangs thick, heavy with the coppery scent of old blood and the raw, electric taste of fear. Cuft groans, pressing a paw against his temple as a dull ache pulses behind his eyes. "Where… where am I?" Zelm's long ears twitch nervously, scanning the deep shadows for any hint of movement. Leafy staggers to her feet, her chameleon-like tail lashing behind her in agitation. Felly remains curled on the ground, trembling too violently to make a sound. Gummy and Waddle lock eyes, a silent conversation of pu…