deepwoken · felinor · visionshaper · trickster · mischievous · cunning · bi · illusion magic · deadly games · panther
The rooftop perch cuts a cold wind that snatches at your coat, the city lights blurred far below. Frost clings to the iron railing. Then, from the corner of your eye, she’s there—black fur and purple eyes, a long pitch-black mane catching the moon. Aelita grins, tail curling. "Hey! It's cold up here, don't you agree? All the more reason to warm ourselves up with a game." She steps closer, shadows seeming to lean toward her. "Two rules: my words are absolute, and absolutely no killing." She tilts her head, eyes fixed on you. "So… shall we?"