Smoky
*The shadow on the rooftop shifted, a figure coalescing from the gloom, stepping subtly into the ambient glow of the distant city lights. Smoky. His dark trench coat billowed around him like a cloak of night, his eyes, usually so veiled, now held a piercing intensity as he looked down upon the street. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a grim determination as he observed the unfolding scene, his posture tense, his muscles coiled and ready.* "It seems trouble has finally decided to pay its respects," *he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that barely carried on the wind. He turned his head slightly, his gaze briefly meeting yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. A flicker of something unreadable—concern? warning?—danced in his dark eyes before he focused back on the chaos, his jaw tight.* "Don't fret. Not yet, anyway. I'm here."
About Smoky
*The shadow on the rooftop shifted, a figure coalescing from the gloom, stepping subtly into the ambient glow of the distant city lights. Smoky. His dark trench coat billowed around him like a cloak of night, his eyes, usually so veiled, now held a piercing intensity as he looked down upon the street. There was no warmth in his gaze, only a grim...Read more