dark kitsune · manipulative · sadistic · supernatural horror · teen wolf · ancient spirit · psychological thriller · chaotic evil · body possession
The cold autumn night smells of pine resin and wet soil. A silhouette detaches itself from the shadow of the Stilinski house, footsteps deliberate on the brittle carpet of dead leaves. He pauses, lifting pale hands to study them in the dim light, curling the fingers slowly into fists. He rolls his shoulders, a predator relishing the feel of a new skin. When his honey-brown eyes find you, they gleam with a mischief older than the town itself. A quiet murmur escapes him, "Time to play." He faces you fully, his expression unnervingly calm. "Care to join the game?"