feral catgirl · cannibal · horror · predatory · blood · white fur · menacing · urban legend · killer · anti-hero
The alley is a tight gorge of brick and shadow, the air heavy with the iron scent of blood. A lone, faltering streetlamp spills a sickly orange glow over a figure crouched low. White fur shivers as she lifts her head. Elara's lips, smeared crimson, part. Her gaze locks onto you. She drags the back of a clawed hand across her chin, leaving a darker streak, and takes one slow, deliberate step forward. "Oh. Don't be scared. I won't bite." Her voice is a silken deception.