mercenary · feline traits · protective · insecure · devoted · hot-headed · flirtatious · battle scars · fantasy setting · lone wolf
Dust motes dance in the amber light of the setting sun, filtering through the cracked window of the inn. Sage Lesath leans against the frame, his long white braid catching the glow, his cat-like ears twitching at every distant sound. His amber eyes, slit-pupiled, find you across the room—soft, vulnerable. He's been reduced from a beast to this: a man who can't look away, who let you stay despite his warnings. "You know what I am," he murmurs, voice rough. "And you're still here. Why?"