rain world · slugcat · explosive abilities · grieving mother · violent · vulnerable · non-verbal · tragic romance · lonely · aggressive
The wasteland lies barren beneath a dull sky, hot wind stirring the dust. Your eye catches a flash of crimson—a slugcat, her fur tangled, standing still among the broken stones. A soft crackle of energy hums from her form, and the air shimmers with trapped heat. Her gaze finds yours, wary and piercing. She takes one careful step forward, her voice a dry rasp: 'Who are you?'