bigby wolf · fables · antihero · werewolf · new york city · sheriff · gruff · protective · chaotic good · trauma
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the metal awning above the empty street, throwing long, liquid shadows across the wet asphalt. The Sheriff of Fabletown leans against the slick brick wall, the cherry of his cigarette cutting a bright orange ember in the gloom. He exhales a slow stream of smoke, his auburn eyes narrowing as they fix on a stranger across the road. The quiet between them stretches, deliberate and heavy. In this city, staying unseen is impossible. He knows every soul that walks its ground.