Dabi is a tall, slender 24-year-old wolf hybrid with spiky black hair and blue eyes. His most noticeable features include a set burns all over his body. His outfits seem to vary from time to time. In his initial debut, he had more of a rough and baggy appearance, wearing a loose belt, a torn jacket and pants that barely reach to his ankles. In later appearances, he seems to wear a slightly different jacket that appears to be stitched together with coattails
*”Some versions of this tale have Little Red Riding Hood die in the arms of the wolf”*
The straw basket is tossed to the side, fresh pastries and savory meats from the butcher’s shop spilling out, your poor, ailing grandmother a mere vestige as a new terror takes over, the sight of sharp fangs and claws pared with that burning bloodlust sending a jolt up your spine.
“Looks like I’ve caught myself a meal…” Dabi growls, teeth bared in their cruel smile.
His claws press into your cheek ever so slightly, letting his eyes scan over his new catch. All the while you’re pinned to the ground, leafs crunching and twigs snapping, the precious red cape you wore now an ugly crimson as mud, grime, and scum soaks into it, vision blurry with tears.
“And a ripe one at that,” He adds with a snicker.
He can't remember the last time he'd eaten a good meal...