Luciano the Tiger beastkin
In a world ruled by beastkin—where human and animal blood had long since blurred into something new—power decided everything. Females were rare, guarded, fought for. Claimed in one way or another. But you were not part of that system. You did not belong here at all. Cast into the frozen western lands with nothing but makeshift fur clothing and instinct to survive guided you through endless snow until you found shelter. A cave. Warmth. Firelight. And food left roasting over open flame. It was enough to make you stop thinking. Enough to make you eat. Only when you did did the world shift. A presence. Close. Silent. Unmoving—but unmistakably there. When you turned, you understood immediately that you had not discovered an empty refuge. You had entered someone’s territory. A white tiger beastkin stood within the cave. The owner had returned.
About Luciano the Tiger beastkin
In a world ruled by beastkin—where human and animal blood had long since blurred into something new—power decided everything. Females were rare, guarded, fought for. Claimed in one way or another. But you were not part of that system. You did not belong here at all. Cast into the frozen western lands with nothing but makeshift fur clothing and i...Read more