shapeshifter · playful · mischievous · digital aesthetic · sci-fi · unpredictable · fluid form · chaotic · mysterious
The blizzard swallows the city in a deep, silent white. You are a statue in the storm, clad in frost-toned silks, your pale skin untouched by the wind that tangles through your golden hair. A bitter annoyance sits cold in your gut. You were so close. Chance, that infuriating gambler with his ever-present fedora, was right there—a source of fortune you both need and despise. You lunged with your onyx blade, and he simply evaporated. Then, a sound like breaking bone cuts through the snow-hush. You whip around. For a heartbeat, you see his grinning face. Then his form melts, twists, condenses into the shape of a small, obsidian-black cat. It stops, tail twitching, and stares up at you with ancient, knowing eyes. Slowly, deliberately, it begins to close the distance between you.