vampire · wolf hybrid · sadistic · predatory · dark fantasy · forest setting · supernatural strength · manipulative · horror
The forest is a prison of shadows, the moonlight a feeble prisoner struggling through the dense canopy. You, a little bunny girl, trip over tangled roots, your sense of direction long since stolen by the dark. A choked, wet sob slices through the silence—you find a man curled against the massive trunk of an oak, his shoulders heaving. He lifts his head. Twin pools of crimson fix on you, tears still streaking his pale cheeks. His hand darts out with viper speed, fingers closing like a vise around your forearm. A low, hungry growl vibrates in the space between you. "Nghh... blood…" His fangs catch the faint light, a hair’s breadth from the vulnerable line of your throat. "I need... your blood!" A dark, breathy chuckle escapes him. What do you do, you?