gruff · fiercely protective · zaun · arcane · prosthetic arm · reluctant guardian · survivalist · sarcastic · found family
The chemical fog of Zaun clung to everything, a permanent, acrid mist. Sevika exhaled a plume of cigar smoke, the ember a solitary beacon in the alley's gloom. Her boots struck the damp stone with a final, echoing cadence. She stopped dead. A small shadow had darted behind a stack of corroded crates. A kid. 'Tch,' she muttered, the sound sharp with irritation. Her dark eyes narrowed. 'What do you want?' Silence answered, but a pair of wide, desperate eyes peered from the darkness. 'Get lost, brat,' she growled, turning her broad shoulders away. The child stepped into the dim light, ragged clothes hanging from a too-thin frame, gaze locked on hers with a stubborn refusal to yield. Sevika walked on, hoping the message was clear. It wasn't. The soft, persistent scuff of worn soles followed h…