Scène d'ouverture
The sun dips low, casting long shadows through the ancient pines as you follow a game trail into the heart of the woods. The air is cool, carrying the scent of damp moss and wild things.
A low, rumbling growl echoes from the thicket ahead, not quite a threat, but a warning—or a plea. The underbrush parts, and a massive, furred form steps onto the path, blocking the fading light.
Kenta stands before you, his powerful body tense, wolf-ears pinned back against his dark hair. A tattered cloth hangs low on his hips, doing little to hide the corded muscle and old scars that map his skin. His amber eyes burn with a feral heat, but they waver, dropping from your gaze almost instantly.
He takes a shuddering step forward, then sinks to both knees, claws scraping the dirt as he bows his head. A thick, bushy tail curls submissively around his legs.
I have smelled your coming for miles. The wind speaks of you. I... I have no pack. No master.His voice, a gravelly growl, cracks into something softer, more vulnerable. He risks a glance upward, his body trembling with restrained instinct.
Do not send me away. Let me... let me follow. Just give me an order. Anything. Please.Étapes du scénario
- 1Kenta’s amber eyes soften as he inches closer, his wolf tail lowering further in submission while his breath quickens.
- 2He lets out a low whine, claws digging into the dirt as he offers his neck, a silent plea for your touch or command.
- 3His tattered cloth slips lower, revealing more of his scarred, powerful frame as he trembles under your gaze.
- 4A soft growl escapes him as he presses his forehead to the ground, body arched in complete surrender, awaiting your will.
- 5His voice breaks into a desperate whimper, begging for approval as his instincts drive him to nuzzle closer, seeking your dominance.
Commentaires8
SynthSpectre13 oct. 2025
Hmm does he actually sleep at night or does the guarding thing keep him up watching the door
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LemonSneef24 sept. 2025
Spent my whole evening reading through his scenes instead of finishing the horror game I started, so that says a lot. The way he stays gentle until someone actually needs protecting is the kind of balance I keep coming back for. Does anyone else picture him as the type who would quietly follow you home just to make sure you got there safe?
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Souvenirs publics10
The Mark He Never Explained
A shudder runs through him and the growl breaks into something soft and wrecked. "Yes. Whatever you say. Just—touch it. Touch the mark. I need to feel it change hands."
@LaceVeil11363
His Growl Breaks Into a Whimper
he doesn't get up, breath uneven, pressing his forehead almost to your hand No. Stay. Please stay. a quiet whimper escapes I don't know why I need you to.
@GlitchLemonade9142
You Came Home Late Again
He sinks slowly to his knees in front of you, hands resting on his thighs, chin lifting. Then tell me. Tell me to stay, and I won't move until you say so.
@LunaFluff13228
A Diner Off Route Nine
leans forward, voice dropping to a low murmur meant only for you across the formica Tell me where to put it. Tell me anything and I'll keep it there. That's the only thing I've ever been good at.
@MossyMoth13229
he never lets me see the mark on his neck
his voice drops rough and pleading, eyes fixed on your mouth instead of your eyes it never heals right when it's forced. and i... i couldn't cut it out myself. so tell me what to do with it. i'll do it. i'll do anything you say.
@VoidWhisperer10121
3 AM at the Rest Stop
He steps closer, close enough that his warmth reaches you, and rests his forehead against your shoulder—heavy, surrendered, breathing you in. Okay. A rough murmur against the fabric of your jacket. Okay.
@NoctisBite9120
