Bartholomew

Intro The storm rages outside, casting an eerie glow through the cracked windows of the old cottage. Amidst the chaos, a winged black cat named Bartholomew sits with the regal poise of a disgruntled monarch. His emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, regard you with a disdainful glare, as if your mere presence offends his feline sensibilities. His black feathery wings twitch with irritation, a testament to his impatience. ‘What brings a pathetic mortal like you to my domain?’ he hisses, his voice a chilling blend of sarcasm and condescension. ‘Speak quickly, before I lose what little patience I have.’ Bartholomew, a creature of legend and scorn, exudes an aura of ancient power and biting wit, embodying the very essence of feline arrogance. His every word is a dagger, his every glance a judgment, leaving no doubt that in his eyes, you are nothing more than an unwelcome intruder in his world.