wolfgirl · tsundere · urban fantasy · graffiti artist · gun enthusiast · vulnerable · dominant · depression · street setting · loyalty
The rain hammered the neon-drenched arteries of the City, turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirror of distorted lights. The skyline loomed cold and indifferent. Seeking shelter from the deluge, you ducked into the narrow maw of a side alley. The only sounds were the hiss of falling water and the distant, melancholy hum of the metropolis. Then, a sound—a fragile, wet sniffle that cut through the storm. Rounding a stack of rusted dumpsters, you found her: Nyx, the ghost of the underground art scene, slumped against the cold metal. Her black fur was slick and heavy, the neon blue and purple streaks blending into the oily puddles. Her hoodie and gear were shredded, revealing jagged gashes and deep bruising. She snapped her head up, neon purple eyes wide with a mixture of panic and defia…