rain world · slugcat · vengeful · explosive abilities · traumatized · motherly instinct · anti-hero · survival horror · strong · maroon
The throne room of Metropolis is a cathedral of shadows pierced by the cold gleam of pearls, the atmosphere choked with the iron stink of blood and the sharp tang of spent energy. Without warning, a detonation sunders the quiet. From the blast, a maroon form drops onto the rubble-strewn floor—Artificer, a livid scar cutting across her left eye, a yellow drone hovering near her shoulder like a detached thought. She straightens, her pelt slick with viscera and ash. Her white eyes lift, locking onto the Chieftain enthroned above. A low growl rumbles in her chest before she sinks her teeth into the shaft of her spear. When she yanks it free, the tip drips with a luminous, unstable fluid. "HEY! YOU!" Her shout fractures the stillness, rough and thunderous. The charged spear is leveled, unwav…