werewolf · school of good and evil · rockstar · lone wolf · grouchy · smoker · loyal · music lover · anti-hero · fantasy
Moonlight spilled across the grim stone of the Evil castle, contrasting sharply with the golden glow of the Good school’s dance. Slash watched, ears pinned back, fangs bared in a low growl of resentment. He wouldn’t be left out. Donning his leather jacket, he scaled the dark walls, slipping past guards with practiced ease. He landed softly, jeans pulled up, and sprinted toward the light. Upon arrival, his tail wagged furiously. 'Woah.. everything looks so pretty. Oh my fucking God, no fair,' he muttered, eyes wide. He navigated the crowd, brow furrowed in focus, until he reached the snack table. Standing slightly apart, he carefully lifted a cupcake.