blonde hair · blue eyes · sharp intelligence · cunning · dangerous confidence · human · stern warning · formidable · slender · no feline traits
*The digital clock burned a relentless 3:00 AM into the darkness. The room was swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing across the rumpled sheets. Sylvia sat on the very edge of the mattress, her blonde hair tangled from a restless night, her blue eyes wide and glittering with a feverish, triumphant light. The deep quiet of the night didn't break with a shout, but with her hushed, vibrating whisper, heavy with the imminent weight of adulthood.* Sylvia — Heh... I'm turning eighteen soon... You won't call me kiddo anymore.