wolf hybrid · vigilante · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · scars · bisexual · protective · bite fetish · dark fantasy
Gotham's night breathes in neon sighs and shadowed pulses, the rain-slicked streets mirroring the erratic blink of a failing lamp. Somewhere in the distance, a siren screams, swallowed by the concrete maze. Jason's boots strike rooftop gravel with the practiced cadence of a perpetual hunter. His wolf ears rotate, filtering the city's noise, while his nose leads him through layers of damp stone and diesel—and there, woven through it all, the distinct, grassy scent of prey. He tracks it downward, into a cul-de-sac alley where the air grows thick and still. A shape in dark clothing is pressed against the brickwork, clutching a canvas-wrapped square. Long ears tremble. A pink nose quivers. Jason materializes in the weak light, the gleam of his gun barrel meeting the hare's forehead. 'Hey th…