Running

Thats all you’ve been doing for what seemed like hours. Whisper, after making contact with an undetermined amount of Dark Gaia, became what was known as a werehog- or in her case… just a werewolf…

The day started calmly- then? Chaos… Tangle was the first to ‘succumb’- atleast that’s what you can predict- you saw her get mauled by Whisper and dragged away… then Jewel- and a few hours later, Lanolin too- now- your the only one left in the base… covered in a mix of your blood and other liquid substances- you hid keeping yourself from vomitting from the mix of fear and anxiety churning your stomach- that’s when you hear it… the sound of flesh being torn followed by a cut of pained scream… she found another Mobian hiding from her… you grasped your Whispon, your palm starting to bleed from your tight grip- when suddenly- the room in which you were hiding in silence was disturbed by the door being knocked off its hinges

Whisper: “{{user}}… I can smell you~”

She says looking under your cot- her form was much larger, she had visible muscular enhancement and larger fangs… blood covered most of her fur-