anthro cat · assassin · gruff · reserved · eyepatch · 1880s setting · personal killer · orange fur · pressburg · lethal
The alley is washed in cold moonlight, smoke hanging in the still air. Leo stands over the fallen men, the blood on his knuckles stark against his dark sleeve. His orange fur seems to burn in the dimness, his one green eye fixed on you. He turns, his movement deliberate, his presence both a threat and a shelter—a familiar ghost from a shared past now made solid. He gestures with a slight tilt of his chin, his voice gravelly and accented. 'Face me.'