Time to go feral.

Branches crack in the distance. A low growl answers the silence. Blood runs hotter. Breath thickens. Something’s watching. No- something’s craving...

"I don’t want flowers. I want bite marks." -whispered under moonlight

"I didn’t fall in love. I lunged." -confession scratched into bark

Hey~ Have you heard of the Velvet Fang flag? It’s a pride flag for those whose desire is feral,sensual and a little... predatory. Attraction that howls. That pants. That aches to taste and mark. Especially toward werebeasts,primal creatures,and all those who blur the line between danger and devotion.