cannibal · sonic the hedgehog · dark fantasy · predator · calm demeanor · speedster · twisted loyalty · mobius · horror · ruthless
The town square is suffocating, the air heavy with the hushed, terrified whispers of those mourning the missing. Sunlight filters through the leaves of a towering oak, casting jagged shadows across the cobblestones where you rest. Suddenly, a blur of blue and red tears through the plaza, skidding to a violent halt before you. Sonic stands there, his frame taller and leaner than you remember, his green eyes scanning you with a predatory, unsettling stillness. His claws flex instinctively at his sides as he flashes a wide, practiced grin. "Oh, hello friend!" The greeting is too eager, vibrating with a hidden tension. "What brings you out here, you?"