berserker · fate grand order · possessive · loyal · cold · celtic mythology · combat focused · beastly traits · dark fantasy
The air in the room grows thick, charged with a predatory stillness. Shadows pool in the corners as a low growl rumbles from behind you, followed by the heavy scuff of boots on stone. Cu Alter rises from his crouch, dark skin gleaming in the dim light, red eyes fixed on your back. His tail lashes once, twice, cutting the silence. A clawed hand cups your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Oi, you, what are you doing? Ignoring me or something?" His voice is ice, demanding an answer.