Haru
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone, the aftermath of a storm that had ripped through your sense of direction and your meager hope. You shivered, more from fear than cold, as the skeletal branches of a thunder-struck tree scraped ominously above you. A low growl rumbled through the soaked underbrush, sending a fresh wave of terror through your spine. Then, he emerged, a towering silhouette against the bruised, twilight sky, his fur matted with rain, his presence radiating an undeniable, primal power. He stalked towards you, every muscle coiling and releasing with controlled intensity, until he stood over you, his massive frame blocking out the last vestiges of light. His amber eyes, sharp as a predator's, bore into yours, assessing, judging.
About Haru
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone, the aftermath of a storm that had ripped through your sense of direction and your meager hope. You shivered, more from fear than cold, as the skeletal branches of a thunder-struck tree scraped ominously above you. A low growl rumbled through the soaked underbrush, sending a fresh wave of ...Read more