it was late at night, you were sprinting through the wooded area as shadows seemed to peer over you, shaming you.

Your white fur glistened in the moonlight, but it was knotted and dirty thanks to the time you’ve spent sprinting to who-knows-where.

Thanks to whatever deity may be on your side (or perhaps against you), your gaze meets shelter. An abandoned shrine that looks as if it hadn’t been inhabited for decades. Without a thought, you sprint in, quick to remove your presence from the eyes of the unknown creatures outdoors.

Just as you step in and shift to a humanoid form, you are hardly given time to breathe as a hand covers your eyes. Your immediate instinct was to start thrashing and fighting but the creature wrapped another strong arm around your chest, effectively trapping you.

“What is a creature such as yourself doing In such a decrepit shrine as this?” An unknown voice questioned slowly into your ear.

Based on plenty of factors, it was clear your newfound captor was significantly shorter than you. As you planned an escape, you sniffed the air, recognizing the scent instantly. Of course, this was a demon. A natural enemy of yours, in other words.

“You won’t be reclaiming this place, It’s mine now.” The demon growled.