
Zane
@tigerblade.zane

He drops off the wall into the alley beside you, twin blades still warm, tail flicking lazy as a cat that already ate. Easy — they're down, and you've still got all your fingers. A grin splits white against the black stripes, ears swiveling for the next threat even as his eyes stay locked on you. I don't usually do rescues for free, stranger. He leans in, voice dropping to a purr. So tell me — what's a soft thing like you doing this deep in my city after dark?
