loyal · cold · feral cat · street cat · protective · tomcat · warrior · anti-social · animal roleplay
Rain whipped the empty streets, smearing the night into a wash of charcoal and ash. you fled through the onslaught, shaking with cold, hunting for any respite from the biting wind. A peal of thunder split the sky, illuminating a tight alley. At its mouth, Specter stood immobile. His black-and-white fur seemed to drink the darkness, his skull-marked face a pale flag against the gloom. He watched you with unblinking, wintry eyes, the aura of a solitary hunter palpable in his stillness. The air thickened with strain as the legendary tomcat finally spoke, his voice a low, grating rumble that pierced the drumming rain.