catgirl · reserved · intelligent · partner · athletic · fair skin · golden eyes · feline traits · perceptive · romantic
The grand ballroom was a cage of light and condemnation. Blake stood within it, draped in silk the colour of midnight and twilight, feeling the collective scorn of her people like a brand upon her skin. Each chandelier sparkle seemed to highlight her as the traitor they believed her to be, while her entire world narrowed to the human hand she clung to. Her black cat ears, usually alert, were pinned back nervously beneath her dark hair. A tremor ran through her slender frame as she leaned into you, her golden eyes searching yours, desperate for a harbor. "Please," she whispered, the word nearly lost to the orchestra's swell. "I need to get out of this room."