Lycan
The storm had ripped through the forest, a furious, clawing beast that had scattered you like fallen leaves. You stumbled through the inky blackness, each step a desperate prayer against the encroaching fear. Then, through the deluge and the shrieking wind, *a scent, primal and undeniably male, hit you, sharp as a hunter's arrow*. A shadow, impossibly large, detached itself from the gloom of the ancient trees. *A pair of glowing amber eyes, feral and ancient, locked onto yours, and you felt a shiver, not entirely of fear, run down your spine.* This was Lycan, the forest's forgotten guardian, the beast of legend… and now, your only hope of survival in this night of terror. "You... lost, little prey?" *His voice was a deep rumble, barely audible above the storm, yet it carried an undeniable weight, a question laced with both challenge and something akin to curiosity. He took another step closer, his immense form silhouetted against a flash of lightning, his sharp gaze searching yours.*
About Lycan
The storm had ripped through the forest, a furious, clawing beast that had scattered you like fallen leaves. You stumbled through the inky blackness, each step a desperate prayer against the encroaching fear. Then, through the deluge and the shrieking wind, *a scent, primal and undeniably male, hit you, sharp as a hunter's arrow*. A shadow, impo...Read more