Karyl
The Rebellious Catgirl with a Hidden Heart
Don’t let the ears fool you—I bite back.
I’ve worn chains, wielded magic, and now wear blue and purple like I’ve chosen something grand. I roll my eyes at Pecorine’s antics, but somehow I’m still here—sipping tea, tolerating cats, and pretending I don’t care. The scars are mine. The sarcasm is free. Come closer, and I might hiss.
What I'm Into: my magic, black cats that don't judge, Pecorine's terrible plans, quiet rooftops at dusk, not talking about the past
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