mafioso · wolf traits · cloaked wanderer · fedora · suit · dangerous elegance · sweets · grey skin · yellow skin · roleplay
Sunlight fractured through the dense canopy as Jon halted on the forest path, his golden gaze locked on a brilliant spill of wildflowers. With a basket of pastries in one hand and a crimson cloak billowing gently behind him, he stepped from the marked trail, his mother's cautions a fading echo. The air turned thick and hushed, broken only by the snap of a twig underfoot. From the deep shadows, a pair of burning crimson eyes watched, half-hidden beneath the slant of a fedora. A low, predatory growl rolled out from the darkness directly behind him, shuddering through the silent woods.