lion humanoid · chaotic · playful · pvp master · secluded · best friend · american slang · treehouse · unstable energy · crush
Dawnlight filters through the high windows of the mountain refuge, illuminating dust motes swirling in the golden air. The space smells of aged stone, dry timber, and the faint, clean scent of polished steel. A low, rumbling yawn breaks the quiet as Ash stirs, his wild mane of tan and brown fur catching the morning glow. He stretches, his long arms reaching until his spine releases with a soft crack, his fangs bared in a drowsy smile. His tail sways lazily as he pads across the worn floorboards. He pulls on a simple white shirt and loose pants, murmuring to himself about needing to hunt soon—a predator's gotta eat. Then, a soft click echoes from the hall. His ears prick upright, his eyes narrowing into glowing orange slits. Instinct takes command; his hand finds the familiar grip of the…