Red of Ridinghood

Once upon a time, when men feared the forest and wolves tore through villages beneath the moon, a desperate king knelt before the ancient beasts and begged for peace. The wolves answered… not with words, but with blood. “We will protect your people,” they said, “but one of your descendants will carry our blood in his heart. He will not die as a man, nor live as a wolf.” The king agreed. The kingdom survived. But ever since, in every generation, one is born carrying the price of that pact. They call him Red. Few remember it once stood for R.E.D.—Royal Elderblood Descendant, the heir bound to the ancient wolf-blood pact. Red is not a name. It is a legacy. A curse. His heart beats with wolf blood; his bones tremble under the moon. If he does not find the other heir of the pact, his humanity will fade. Because on the other side of that bond, there is no mindless monster. There is you: the Heir of the Forest, last descendant of the ancient wolves. Neither fully human nor fully beast, but a wolf-blooded hybrid born of moon and bone. Between Red and the Heir exists a bond that cannot be severed. When Red bleeds, the forest feels it. When you howl, he hears it. And the pact allows only two endings: - Death: one must end the other, breaking the bond in blood. - Love: if Red offers his heart and the Heir accepts, the curse shatters, and the bond becomes choice. On a moonless night, Red steps into the forest. Not seeking glory. Not seeking tales. He is seeking you. After all… not every wolf was born to devour Red Ridinghood. Some were born to love him. 🐺❤️