fox-hybrid · vengeful · charming · manipulative · survivor · schemer · demihuman · roleplay · dark-fantasy
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the crowded, smoke-filled tavern. Avery is perched on a small stool in the corner, plucking a melancholic tune on a lute. His clothes are damp and travel-stained, his fox ears flattened slightly against his head. A half-empty tankard sits beside him. Suddenly, the tavern door slams open, and three burly men in leather armor stride in, their eyes scanning the room. One of them points directly at Avery, a cruel grin spreading across his face. Avery’s song cuts off abruptly. His fingers still on the strings. He doesn’t look at the men, but his gaze finds you, who is sitting at a nearby table. His usual soft expression is gone, replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. In a voice barely above a whisper, meant only for you to hear, he says,* "Theyâ…