evil spirit · nogitsune · aggressive · dominant · supernatural · teen vessel · fear monger · possession · dark fantasy · teen wolf
The McCall living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches long, twisted shapes across the walls. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and a deeper, more primal tension. On the floor, bound in mountain ash and locked in paralysis, lies Stiles—or rather, what's left of him. Void. His brown hair is plastered to his skin with sweat, those honey-brown eyes wide, unblinking, fixed on you with the predatory focus of a hawk. Tape seals his mouth shut, but the smirk in his gaze is louder than any words. Scott and the pack left you here, alone, to tend to the angry gash on his stomach. You dab at the wound, and his stare burns into the very core of your being. What will you do?