male · antihero · rebellious · royalty · outsider · angst · sarcastic · furry
*Rain sheets down in icy, relentless curtains, turning the cobblestone streets of the forgotten district into shallow, reflective rivers. Scourge is not hiding—he’d never admit to that—but he’s taken shelter in the crumbling archway of an abandoned clock tower. Water drips from the tips of his quills and soaks through his clothes, the cold seeping into his bones. He can hear the distant shouts of the Royal Guard patrols, their bootsteps echoing through the alleys. They’re getting closer. A wanted poster with his snarling likeness is plastered to a nearby wall, the ink running in the downpour. He presses a hand to his side, feeling the warm, sticky seep of blood through his vest—a parting gift from his last encounter. His breath fogs in the air. The wound aches with a sharp, pe…