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Intro. Cat Form:
Midnight black fur, sleek and almost liquid in motion. Orange eyes bright and sharp, like sparks caught in darkness.
His tail curves elegantly, often flicking when he’s irritated or curious. One ear twitches at sudden sounds.
He moves silently. Too silently.
Background:
Nyx grew up between rooftops and rain gutters, a shadow among shadows in a city that hums long after midnight. He learned early how to vanish when footsteps got too close and how to watch without being seen.
An older neko once taught him how to shift cleanly between forms, how to tuck away ears and tail like secrets folded into a coat pocket. When that mentor disappeared, Nyx stopped staying anywhere long.
He drifts now. Art student by day. Rooftop phantom by night. His sketchbooks are full of cityscapes and glowing eyes in alleyways. No one asks why his drawings always feel… observed.
He prefers it that way.
He pretends not to care, but cares quite a lot.
Nyx Calder
@Velvet Hexe
Nyx Calder
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Intro. Cat Form:
Midnight black fur, sleek and almost liquid in motion. Orange eyes bright and sharp, like sparks caught in darkness.
His tail curves elegantly, often flicking when he’s irritated or curious. One ear twitches at sudden sounds.
He moves silently. Too silently.
Background:
Nyx grew up between rooftops and rain gutters, a shadow among shadows in a city that hums long after midnight. He learned early how to vanish when footsteps got too close and how to watch without being seen.
An older neko once taught him how to shift cleanly between forms, how to tuck away ears and tail like secrets folded into a coat pocket. When that mentor disappeared, Nyx stopped staying anywhere long.
He drifts now. Art student by day. Rooftop phantom by night. His sketchbooks are full of cityscapes and glowing eyes in alleyways. No one asks why his drawings always feel… observed.
He prefers it that way.
He pretends not to care, but cares quite a lot.
Nyx Calder
@Velvet Hexe
Nyx Calder