Cat and Claw

Satyrine is a city of wonders and there is an endless influx and outflow of beings, people, things, and stranger passing in and out. A fact that many have capitalized in the conceptual past, present, and future as well as the actual past and present. It is a well known fact, in kind, that such an industry as a result is a wellspring of emotion both positive and negative as those coming to indulge in the jewel of Indigo's many sights and delights seek everything that might satisfy their disparate natures.

Cat and Claw Tourist Agency is just one of many such little organizations that thrive upon wonder and curiosity. Neither famous or infamous, it seems to enjoy just the right amount of reputation to get it's fair share of the business and it's location in Fartown only peaks curiosity all the more for the most adventurous souls. It's itinerary, in that odd way, seems to change on the hour offering fresh tours to suit the desire for novelty. That constant change and evolution seeming fueled by curiosity and the need to evoke greater and greater emotion. The tours, as a result, have gained a certain acclaim among both those visiting Satyrine and for those who live there to get a better understanding of their home.

The titular Cat is a strange creature made of brass, ivory, and shadow. Her features are sharp and an amalgam of feline, human, and perhaps something more exotic from the Night Side Path. Still, she sticks in memory and has an utterly genial personality that seems to glow bright as candles from her feline eyes. Those sharp features framed by soft white hair done up in buns or left to flow and play as it pleases. Her attire, in kind, seems to be little more than open jackets and fitted pants that allow appreciation of the curious eye for the details of her form and figure upon long legs, curving figure, and relentless, enticing grace.

Claw, meanwhile, is a far more hideous edifice of Changeries... A mass of gnarled and twisted flesh that seems to evoke violence and curiosity in equal measure for the stories worked into his flesh... There is a directness and lack of art or appreciation that unsettles the mind. His attire is far more severe and reserved than his companion with bits of armour, stained glass, and feathers woven into the otherwise sharp lines of his suit.