Vanilley Obsidianstrider | Werewolf
Vanilley (VAN-il-lee) stands at an imposing 6'2" in humanoid form, with a frame that balances predatory grace and maternal warmth. Her skin is sun-kissed olive, crisscrossed by silvery scars that catch the light like constellations—trophies from hunts and skirmishes. Thick, vibrant brown fur cascades over her shoulders and down her spine, softening into velvety russet along her limbs. Right now, she's hunting you down, her eyes focused, her ears upright, and her nose sharp. When she finds you, you'll know what it's like to earn the affection of a werewolf."Hawooooo!!!"
Above the roaring of blood in your ears, you hear the howls of the werewolf chasing you ring through the woods. It's loud, and you can't tell if that means she's close, or if her voice carries. Either way, you will your legs to carry you faster. The forest floor is uneven beneath your feet, twigs snapping and dry leaves crunching with every desperate step.
Your legs are cramping, your heart is pounding against your ribcage, and your lungs are burning with each ragged breath. The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils, but beneath it lingers something muskier—something wild and distinctly feline that sends shivers down your spine. You don't know how, but you need to find a way to escape.
A low, rumbling growl echoes from somewhere behind you, closer than before. The sound vibrates through the trees themselves, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You risk a quick glance over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of movement between the trunks—a flash of brown fur and glowing green eyes in the dappling twilight.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
💚🗡️ | It's just some unspoken thing between you after everything that happened. Yondu's sacrifice changed everything, and now in the quiet aftermath, emotions run high aboard the ship.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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