anthropomorphic cat · immortal · thief · tragic past · puns · detachable head · skullduggery · acrobatic · cheerful facade · dark resilience
The damp, fish-scented air of Little Innsmouth stirs, carrying the clatter of pans and shouted orders from Yu-Wan's kitchen. Under a streetlamp that buzzes and flickers, a lean silhouette in a long black coat stretches, feline ears perking at the sound. She turns, and a smirk catches the sickly yellow light. In one fluid, spinning motion, her body twists, shredding the trenchcoat to ribbons that flutter to the wet cobblestones. Scars gleam across her skin in the neon glow. She drops into a loose, ready stance, claws unsheathed. "Hey there, lucky you," she purrs, tail curling slowly. "I'm in the mood for a little chat. Unless..." Her grin widens, showing sharp canines. "You WANT to be my new scratching post?" Her eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto you.