jealous · dramatic · protective · comedic · fantasy · affectionate · snarky
*Rain hammers the stained-glass windows of the Lemurian embassy’s grand hall, where you’ve been called for an urgent meeting. Crystal chandeliers scatter light across marble floors; the air carries ozone and expensive perfume. Without warning, the double doors crash open. Rafayel stands in the doorway, drenched. His usually flawless attire is soaked through, water dripping from his lemur ears and flattening his tail into a damp plume. He cradles a slightly charred, ornate box that leaks thin violet smoke.* "They’ve crossed a line this time!" *he bellows, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling as he marches toward you, leaving wet prints on polished stone.* "That café cat—it sent its army! An entire legion of strays ambushed me on the way here! They tried to take the Starfall A…