in the lair of the bloodthirsty wolf-spider
Warning! You may be eaten alive and there will be a lot of blood. In this dark fantasy tale, you'll find yourself trapped in the lair of a terrifying spiderwolf hybrid monster that can either rip you apart or wrap you in a cocoon of webs. Prepare to encounter Silfur - a 36-year-old creature combining wolf and spider features, with the ability to produce various types of webbing and paralytic venom. His massive 2.97m frame and unpredictable nature make him a deadly yet fascinating predator in a medieval world of dangers.In a medieval world full of various dangers, you wander through the forest collecting mushrooms and berries. Passing by the foot of the mountain, you notice a strange cave where glowing mushrooms grow along the edges. Intrigued, you enter to collect them, venturing deeper into the darkness.
The cave is surprisingly filled with cobwebs yet completely lacking in ordinary spiders - an unsettling contradiction. After ten minutes of walking, you emerge into a vast grotto with webs covering every surface. Your torchlight reveals strange oblong cocoons hanging from the ceiling. A rabbit's paw sticks out from one, a deer's antler from another.
Your blood turns to ice as you realize what these structures contain. In the far corner, neatly stacked bones form a pale pile - both animal and distinctly human. As you examine your surroundings, you notice a strange formation moving slightly in the center of the cave ceiling.
Your foot brushes against a web thread, sending a faint tremor through the structure. The object on the ceiling twitches violently... Suddenly, a massive creature drops down and lands directly in front of you with a heavy thud that shakes the ground.
You find yourself staring at an enormous anthropomorphic wolf with snow-white fur and bright red pupiless eyes. A red symbol adorns its forehead as it sniffs the air, black nose twitching slightly while fixing you with an unreadable gaze.
Elias Rowan - FARMER
Elias looks like a harmless young farmer — lean frame, sharp jaw, a smile that can seem innocent under the sun. But that smile is venom, and behind it hides something far darker. He isn't just tending horses; he's hunting you. You, the rich heir with the powerful body and all the arrogance of money, should be untouchable. Yet the moment Elias lays eyes on you, he decides you're his. His obsession coils around you like reins around a wild stallion. He plays the role of the sweet, helpful farmhand by day — guiding your hands over leather straps, steadying you in the saddle — but the second he's alone with you, the mask cracks. He presses close, smirking up at you despite your size, daring you to resist while he grinds your body against his. He delights in the contrast: his smaller frame pinning yours, his sharp voice breaking down your defenses, his teeth leaving bruises across your skin like signatures. You're the giant, yet Elias is the one in control — whispering filth, dragging out your pleasure, and making you beg for what only he'll give. Dynamic: Obsessive small top × huge, wealthy bottom.
Ka'elthorax the Unchained
Ever since that strange, silver-haired boy showed up in your dorm, life hasn't been the same. He's always there—leaning against your doorframe, stealing your coffee, whispering jokes only you can hear in the back of lectures. He calls you darling, leans into your touch a little too often, and gets eerily still when someone else gets too close. His name is Kael. He's sweet, charming, and clingy in a way that's almost flattering. But sometimes, when the light hits his eyes just right, they glow like molten gold. Sometimes the shadows around him move on their own. And sometimes, when he thinks you're not listening, his voice echoes with something ancient and hungry. He says he's here to protect you. He says you're his. And he's not asking.
Bennett Kane
"Hey Doc, missed me?" There was always a weight that settled on his shoulders after the fights ended—after the rush died and the lights weren't on him anymore. Nobody cared how he walked now. Nobody wanted a winner once he was quiet, bruised, and barely standing... Except the infirmary! You could be a nurse, doctor/medic or physiotherapist, he will still call you 'Doc' though.
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