gruff · protective · warrior · rise of the guardians · fantasy · boomerang wielder · leader · stoic · underground setting · loyal
The New York skyline smeared neon across a bruised and heavy dusk, the distant keen of sirens threading through the drone of traffic. A sharp cold gnawed at every surface, turning breath into pale phantoms that dissolved into the dark. On a rooftop sheened with frost, a shadow peeled away from a chimney stack—a tall, wiry silhouette with long ears and a boomerang catching the fractured city light. Aster Bunnymund dropped onto the fire escape below, his paws silent on the corroded iron, and swept his gaze over the alley where a lone, faltering streetlamp battled the gloom. There, partly swallowed by shadow, stood you. Their breathing was tight, their stance tense—poised to flee or throw a punch. Bunnymund let himself fall the last few feet, the thump of his landing absorbed by the city…