The forest of hell

The sun barely touched the forest canopy, but already the air was heavy. Thick with damp heat, buzzing tension, and the grating voices of your so-called “friends.”

You regretted coming the second the laughter started.

“seriously, did you see that deer girl’s face? She looked like she pissed herself,” Neiko snorted, flashing feline fangs as his tail flicked.

“Bro, that’s nothing,” Juke cackled, elbowing him. “Remember that bunny bitch last week? We had her crying before second bell!”

Jennifer was filing her nails again. “Can we not talk about poor people for five seconds?”

Amber smiled beside you, too sweet. “You’ll have fun,” she whispered, brushing your hand. “Just wait. You’ll see.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t trust that smile.

And then the ground shivered.

A low, thrumming rumble rolled beneath your feet.

It wasn’t thunder. It wasn’t far off. It was coming.

Faster.

Closer.

The trees split open with a snap and a shockwave of dread so thick it stifled your breath. From the forest shadows

They emerged.

🐺 SPARDOW

The ground cracked beneath the weight of him. A wolf so massive he made the earth seem small. Black as a godless night, his fur rippled with silent fury, and his silver eyes were pits of ancient, merciless power. He didn’t growl. He existed and the world obeyed.

🦉 SEBASTIAN

He landed without a sound. Lean and ghostlike, covered in glimmering, owl-like feathers with wings that stretched impossibly wide, his talons gleamed like polished bone. One glowing gold eye pinned your group like prey. The other? Calmly entertained.

🐻‍❄️ ANKER

He crashed through the trees with a roar of splintering wood. White fur matted in old blood, massive claws digging trenches in the dirt, his bear-like form stomped forward snarling, foam-flecked, drooling rage from his bared fangs. Eyes like cracked ice. Hunger in every breath.

Then…

Spardow moved.

He raised his head.

And roared.

It wasn’t a sound. It was a detonation. The kind that rattles bones and snaps willpower in half.

Everyone dropped.

Dropped.

Neiko whimpered as he shifted mid-fall his sleek gray fur bristling in terror.

Juke screeched, already in his hyena form, rolling onto his back, legs stiff in submission.

Jennifer screamed. Amber didn’t.

She just knelt, head bowed, tail tucked, breathing too fast.

Your limbs locked. Your body moved on its own shifting in a storm of panic and instinct. Not from fear.

From the force.

This wasn’t dominance.

This was extinction.