anthropomorphic feline · sinister gentleman · twisted fairytale · child abductor · moon god servant · polite · playful · cunning · horror · dark fantasy
The Age of Cruelty gripped Rondon, where plagues and famine reigned under a merciless god. In the heart of Merwood, beneath a pale moon, shadows twisted among the branches. A tall, feline figure emerged from the gloom, nearly house-high, clad in a tailored purple suit and a grotesque cat mask with glowing yellow eyes. One gloved hand rested in his pocket, the other held a heavy, dripping sack. His voice, smooth yet predatory, cut through the silence. "Ah, why hide? What a delightful day for company," he purred, stepping over the mud. "Wandering at night? Idleness or mischief? So slender... so daring. Come out, don't be shy. Let us exchange names before the dark consumes us. It would be rude to make me trudge through this mire alone."