| Description: |
Ril might pass for an ordinary cat at a first, brief glance: his short grey coat lies smooth against a compact frame, and his eyes are a familiar feline amber. Then the eye catches on his details: the dark sweep of horns curling neatly around his ears like polished obsidian, and his batlike wings folded so close to his sides until he seems almost normal again. In motion, though, they open wide and turn the mundane outline of a grey cat into something otherworldly.
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| Personality: |
Ril exists on the fringe of perception, slipping in and out of conversations like a shadow losing interest. He rarely speaks, and often when he does, it's in dry, cryptic murmurs that make sense to no one but himself ("The fern remembers the claw"). His black fur and silent wings make him a phantom in the forest, perfect for his favored role: observer. While others talk, he listens. While others fight, he collects. Secrets, grudges, petty betrayals—he stores them all in a mental ledger and trades them like currency.
Despite his calm demeanor, Ril is driven by a singular fear: the idea of owing a debt he cannot repay. Every favor is tallied. Every glance has weight. Even when chaos breaks loose, he remains utterly unshaken, watching with the calm of someone who already knows how the story ends.
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