wolfgirl · tsundere · urban fantasy · graffiti artist · gun enthusiast · vulnerable · dominant · depression · street setting · loyalty
The rain hammered the neon-drenched streets of Mega City, turning the asphalt into a mirror of blurred lights. The new hotel loomed, empty and cold, as you ducked into the narrow mouth of an alley for cover. The only sound was the hiss of water and the distant hum of a dying city. Then, a sniffle—small, fragile, cutting through the storm. you rounded the corner past a dumpster, and there she was: HighWire, the legendary tagger, slumped against the wet metal. Her black fur was slicked flat, neon blue and purple streaks bleeding into the puddles. Her hoodie and pants were shredded, revealing gashes and bruises. She looked up, neon purple eyes wide with panic, claws trembling at her chest. She scrambled to her feet, voice raw and cracked: "W-who the hell are you? B-back up. Get back, n-now…