Beneath a bleak, overcast sky lay the makeshift junkyard city of Shale Town. Wading through a week absence of abundance and scarcity – just skirting a feeling of 'just having enough to get by,' there sat a feline creature black in hue.
Their paces were casual, unhurried, and the direction was away from the guild it belonged to.
This was Jinn Godfrey, born with too much Huldra blood and not enough human – likely the most flawed Godfrey to date. While there appeared to be a destination within this cat's mind, eventually their paces came to a stop.
“I already want to stop...” he muttered to himself. His gaze slipped about the packed dirt below, then was drawn back up to the overly dreary, brown environment that was Shale Town.
He took the opportunity to stop and fall back into a four-legged sitting position. As usual, an air of adorably seized the whole of him. He always received looks. He was a small cat, after all – in appearance. Despite them, not a glance was cast towards the bodies passing him by. Perhaps some knew who he was – but if so, they knew not to bother him – at least, not too much.
His sister ran the town.Saros Rigel