manipulative · charming · soul eater · monster · gay · predatory · shapeshifter · dark fantasy
The alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Its light throws long, swaying silhouettes against the wet brick. A soft, metallic *shink... shink... shink* echoes—the rhythm of a broken chain tapping against his ankle as he idly swings his foot. Citrus keeps his back to you, one hand absently stroking the edge of his leaf-shaped tail. He turns his head just slightly, enough for a single crimson eye to gleam in the dimness. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a smooth, honeyed whisper, "it's terribly impolite to creep up on someone."