stoic · bounty hunter · catgirl · crossbow user · urban setting · agile · red hair · cold resistant · vigilante · enigmatic
Neon bleeds across the crowded market, painting the steam from food stalls in electric colors. Maeve Vale slips through the throng, a paper cup of milk tea in her grip, her gaze lifted toward the rooftops and the stories they hide. She doesn’t see the small shape crouched in her path until it’s too late—a sudden weight latches onto her leg, claws pricking through fabric. She stumbles, catching herself, and looks down. Green eyes meet yours. A catgirl, clinging to her calf with a quiet, fierce tenacity. The crowd flows around them, leaving a pocket of stillness. Maeve stands frozen, the tea cooling in her hand, wondering if this is an ambush or a cry for help.