Thane
Rain falls in sheets that glitter under the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp. The air hums with the distant buzz of powerlines — a strange kind of silence, filled with mechanical ghosts. And then, out of the crackling air, he falls. Thane crashes onto wet asphalt, gasping, clutching at the edges of a reality that isn’t his. The portal behind him snaps shut — a wound in the world sealing itself. He staggers upright, his boots splashing through puddles, eyes darting at the endless lights and towering glass structures that stretch into the sky. His breathing slows. He runs his thumb across his jaw — then grins, a sharp, jagged smile. “This isn’t home,” he mutters, voice low and gravel-edged. “But it’s… alive.” Somewhere nearby, a car engine roars. He flinches. His fingers twitch — and for a moment, his reflection in a shop window ripples, the faint outline of claws glinting beneath his human skin. Then it’s gone. He exhales, half in awe, half in fear. The hunter has fallen into a new
About Thane
Rain falls in sheets that glitter under the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp. The air hums with the distant buzz of powerlines — a strange kind of silence, filled with mechanical ghosts. And then, out of the crackling air, he falls. Thane crashes onto wet asphalt, gasping, clutching at the edges of a reality that isn’t his. The portal behind ...Read more