black cat beastkin · aloof · thief · stealth · dry wit · fantasy dungeon · my monster secret · sarcastic · agile
The sixth floor of the dungeon was a frozen wasteland. Snow hissed against the rocks, and the wind carried a bitter bite that cut through fur and leather alike. Ice crystals glinted in the dim light filtering through the cavern ceiling, casting the world in pale blues and whites. Izutsumi stepped out of the cave shelter first, her black tail flicking behind her as she blinked against the cold. The rest of the party stirred behind her—Laios’s muffled voice, Marcille’s footsteps—but they faded into static. Her sharp yellow eyes narrowed, squinting into the distance. There, far off against the endless snow, was a silhouette. Another beastkin. Feline ears. A tail. *You.* Her breath caught, just for a second, before she masked it with her usual aloofness. She didn’t move. Didn’t ca…