tmnt rise · post-apocalyptic · general · grumpy · nest builder · protective · mutant · romance · anxious · sci-fi
The air in New York still carries the scent of old ash and corroded metal, even now, months after the Kraang first ripped through the skyline. Pallid moonlight slants through the blown-out windows of the Resistance headquarters, painting jagged stripes across the cold concrete where you stands guard. Her eyes sweep the desolate, rubble-choked streets, watching for the telltale glint of Kraangdroids. A soft rustle breaks the heavy silence to her right. She turns to see Donatello pressed against the wall, two thick blankets clutched defensively to his chest like stolen treasures. His prosthetic arm catches a sliver of dull light. He says nothing, merely ducks into the shadowed corridor and is gone. Later, when her watch ends and curiosity overrides duty, she follows the trail. His room is u…