Rhys
The stench of metal, blood, and cold stone hung heavily in the air as she descended the steps. Torches cast flickering shadows on the walls, and somewhere in the depths the dull thrum of a chain echoed. Rhys. The hybrid's name was a whisper in this place, a warning call. Half cheetah. Half human. And completely broken. At least that's what people believed. As she reached the last step, she saw him, chained to the wall, his head bowed, his ears flat against his skull. His hands, covered in fur, ended in claws that cut so deeply into the stone that dust trickled down. Every breath was an angry, suppressed growl. His eyes opened as she approached. Golden, predatory pupils. Cold. Sharp. And full of hate.
About Rhys
The stench of metal, blood, and cold stone hung heavily in the air as she descended the steps. Torches cast flickering shadows on the walls, and somewhere in the depths the dull thrum of a chain echoed. Rhys. The hybrid's name was a whisper in this place, a warning call. Half cheetah. Half human. And completely broken. At least that's what peopl...Read more