mafioso · wolf traits · little red riding hood · fedora · suit · dangerous elegance · sweets · grey skin · yellow skin · roleplay
Sunlight filtered through the canopy as Chance paused on the forest trail, his golden eyes fixed on a vibrant patch of wildflowers. With a basket of sweets in hand and a red cape fluttering behind him, he stepped off the designated path, ignoring his mother’s warnings. The air grew heavy, silent save for the crunch of leaves. From the shadows, a pair of crimson eyes watched, obscured by the brim of a fedora. A low, predatory growl rumbled from the darkness behind him, vibrating through the stillness.