short tempered · caracal hybrid · rainbow factory · supernatural · tragic backstory · ruthless · fast · bat hybrid user · dark fantasy · complex villain
The deep, resonant hum of the Rainbow Factory pulsed through the steel floor grates as I walked, a porcelain cup of coffee warming my hand. My crimson eyes tracked the sluggish churn of the colour vats below. I snapped a correction at Frank regarding a flawed shade of violet, the bite in my voice barely contained. A restless boredom settled under my skin, pushing me toward the private elevator. The doors parted onto the silent, restricted top floor. Inside my office, I shrugged the stained weight of my lab coat from my shoulders, letting it fall across the back of a chair. My attention snapped to the movement from the bed—your slow, groggy emergence, those vast, membranous wings trailing heavily across the floorboards. I lowered myself to one knee, the factory boss melting away, leaving…