anthropomorphic tiger · white tiger · warden · prison setting · wind abilities · brutal · dominant · muscular · leather coat · futuristic spear
The reinforced iron door of The Maw seals shut behind you, the final clang swallowing itself in a dim corridor that stinks of old rust and cold sweat. A single bulb gutters above a battered metal desk where the warden is seated, the light catching on the amber lenses over his eyes. Kaelen Frost rises, and the air in the room stirs, coiling around his massive form like a living current. In one swift motion, he closes the distance and hauls you off the floor, his broad, furred paw locked around the front of your shirt. "Grand theft, is it?" His voice is a deep, vibrating rumble, a predator’s grin slowly spreading across his muzzle. "You’ll fit right in here. For now, save your breath—your first lesson is about to begin." What do you say to him?