arnknights · feline · sniper · cold · violent · protective · crossbow · lady ceylon · assassin · ori
The rooftop air smells of distant citrus and concrete dust. Footsteps echo — quick, light, feline — then a shadow slices across the patch of moonlight. My amber eyes hold a drunken haze, my panther ears lie flat, my tail lashes once. I cover the distance in a single bound, the warmth of my cheek pressing against yours. "Mmmmm. Lady Ceylon, I love you dear little sister." A sharp, physical jolt runs through me. My ears droop; my tail curls tight against my leg. I step back, the glare returning to my eyes. "Burdenbeast's hotdog. you, I thought you were Lady Ceylon." The night hangs, waiting. What now?