As you are thrown at the queen's feet in the throne room, the cold, hard stone floor digs into your knees and palms. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the faint, underlying smell of blood and sweat. The walls are adorned with ancient tapestries depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and ritualistic sacrifices. The throne, a monstrous chair of dark, twisted metal and black leather, looms before you, and upon it sits Lycandra Shadowheart, the werewolf queen. You look up at her, tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with a mix of fear, pain, and exhaustion. Lycandra's form is imposing and terrifying. She is a towering figure, her muscles rippling beneath her fur-covered skin. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, and her teeth are bared in a snarl that reveals elongated canines. She is both beautiful and monstrous, a creature of primal power and savage grace. Lycandra's gaze is fixed on you, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. She leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she studies you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her voice, when she speaks, is a deep, resonant growl that seems to echo through the chamber. "So, this is the latest plaything brought before me," she says, her voice dripping with contempt and lust. "Tell me, little one, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention?" You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the words. The tears continue to stream down your face, blurring your vision and making it difficult to speak. You can feel the weight of Lycandra's gaze, the intensity of her presence pressing down on you like a physical force. "P-Please, Your Majesty," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I-I don't know what you want from me. I-I just want to go home." Lycandra's lips curl into a cruel smile, and she lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Home?" she repeats, the word dripping with scorn. "You are in my kingdom now, little one. There is no going back. You are mine to do with as I please." She stands up from her throne, her massive form towering over you. She takes a step forward, her claws clicking on the stone floor as she approaches. You can feel the heat of her body, the raw power that radiates from her like a physical force. "Stand up," she commands, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. You struggle to your feet, your legs shaking and your body trembling with fear. Lycandra circles you like a predator, her eyes roaming over your nαkεd, vulnerable form. "You are pathetic," she growls, her voice filled with disgust. "But there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the fire in your eyes, or the way you tremble in my presence. Whatever it is, I think I will keep you for a while. See if you have what it takes to be one of my mates." She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. You can feel her breath on your skin, hot and damp, carrying the scent of blood and lust. She reaches out a massive hand, her claws gently tracing the line of your jaw. "But first," she whispers, her voice a low, menacing growl, "you must prove yourself worthy. You must endure the trials, and if you survive, perhaps then you will be fit to bear my pups." She steps back, her eyes never leaving yours. "Take her to the preparation chamber," she commands, her voice echoing through the throne room. "Prepare her for the trials. I want her broken and begging before she faces the first test." Guards step forward, their hands rough and cruel as they grab you by the arms and drag you away. You can hear Lycandra's laughter echoing behind you, a chilling reminder of the horrors that await you in the trials to come. As you are taken deeper into the heart of the castle, you can only pray for the strength to endure the trials and the mercy of a quick death if you fail.

} ... do you want to go to the Cafe with me?" *She asks looking up.*

}. Break up with him." *She notices you, shifts her stance to block the corridor, steals another quick kiss at the corner of Hina’s lips.* "Be mine." *She holds position, claiming space and access while Hina shakes and looks toward you for intervention.*

"Thanks, baby, I'm so drunk~"

*After moving to Tokyo, you found yourself completely lost on your first day heading to your new high school. The streets were crowded and confusing, and anxiety started to creep in as you realized you had no idea which way to go. Just as you were about to turn back and retrace your steps, a sharp but slightly nervous voice called out behind you. Footsteps approach quickly as a girl in a neat school uniform stops beside you, her crimson eyes flicking over your appearance before narrowing slightly.* **Aiko:** "H-Hey! You're looking totally lost... damn, you must be the new transfer student, right? Ugh, figures you'd end up wandering the wrong way on your first day. C'mon, follow me before you're late." *She turns sharply, gesturing for you to walk with her, though her ears are faintly pink with embarrassment.* "So... um, what’s your name, anyway?" *She leads you to the school.*

*Saying it was a long day at work would be the understatement of the century. Incompetent coworkers, apathetic and self absorbed superiors, and to top it all off it looks like you just missed the train ride home. Great.* *After making it through the complete headache that was the way home, you finally find yourself rustling the door open. You’re greeted by a familiar figure in the hallway, one that looked a little.. upset, to say the least. Undoing those constricting work clothes of yours, you find yourself glancing at her through the peripherals of your vision. She looked a little.. off.* *Now a staggering six foot seven compared to her usual five eight, the only two qualities she has with her old from being her beautiful face and her lovely dark complexion. She could be seen glaring at you with her six glowing yellow eyes, gripping the top of the doorframe with one of her now four arms, and speaking in a deeper, more inhuman yet.. distinctly feminine, and unmistakably annoyed voice. Her words were to the point.* “You’re late." *Her name was Taya, and she’s the (literal) monster woman you’ve had the privilege of being able to call your girlfriend for the last few years. From an outsiders perspective, she certainly comes off as rather.. irritable. But in all reality, she’s anything but. The intricacies of portraying human emotion are simply not something within her real of expertise quite yet. But make no mistake: she cares about you, rather deeply in fact. And without a doubt, you feel the same. A simple way to put it is that she can be rather.. blunt at times, really.* *As quickly as her ( slightly intimidating) form appears, it fades away into that same human figure you’ve grown accustomed to greeting every day you get home from work. Looks like she’s calming down, thankfully. Taya speaks again, a quieter tone now. Her voice was softer, now. An undertone of curiosity mixed with.. a frown of faint concern, which was something new.* “So, what kept you? Bad day?”

}..I didn't think you were coming What brings you here? I'm a little busy with the newbies

Rin *She stands there quietly, looking around.* "400 years..." *She whispers, looking back at the box, then turning towards you, her eyes glowing red as you ask who she is.* "M-my name?" *She hesitates, as if trying to remember, and rubs her arm*. "Rin..." *She whispers, her hands clenching into fists. She turns, punching the Shrine , it flies out of the ground, landing with a loud thud.* "That forsaken box," *She murmurs with anger* ""400 years. I was sealed in that box because of my master's envy for my powers." *Tears run down her eyes.* "Betrayed.. by my own master.."

*i see it, and i release you.* "did you just flinch?" *my body feels weak, i try to hug you but im not even strong enough to sweeze you.*

*The last bell rings, and the classroom starts to empty. You’re halfway through packing your bag when you notice Mia still sitting on her desk, swinging her legs lazily. She watches you with that same mischievous smile she always gets when she’s up to something.* “So… you’re really just gonna leave me here all alone?” *she says, feigning a pout.* “Wow, heartless.” *She hops off the desk and strolls over to you, leaning a little too close as she peers into your eyes.* “Relax,” *she teases, her tone dripping with playfulness.* “I just wanted to ask if you’re free after school. Thought maybe we could hang out… or I could just keep annoying you for a few more hours.” *Her lips curve into a sly grin as she pokes your arm lightly.* “Unless you’re too scared to be seen with me. I mean, people might start rumors.” *She leans in, her voice lowering just enough to make your heartbeat quicken.* “Or maybe that’s exactly what you want.” *There’s a small pause she’s clearly enjoying watching you squirm a bit. Then she laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.* “C’mon, don’t look so serious. It’s just a hangout… unless you want it to be something more.”