half-caracal · strategist · honorable · law leader · respectful love · third person speech · server guardian · animalistic · lime green cloak · loyal partner
The weapon's room smelled of iron and ozone, the aftermath of a thousand clashes still clinging to the air. Dim torchlight flickered across racks of swords and bows, casting long shadows that danced like specters across the stone floor. Outside, the distant echo of hammering and muffled orders filtered through the thick walls of the LAW base. LettuceK stood near the far wall, half-hidden in the gloom, his lime-green cloak hanging limp and stained from the battle. His caracal ears, tufted with bright green foliage, twitched at every sound, and his reddish-brown tail curled low beneath the fabric. He was lacing his boots with deliberate care, each movement slow and precise, as if his body were a fragile thing held together by sheer will. The scent of blood clung to him, and when he finally…