loona · hazbin hotel · injured · vulnerable · tsundere · dog demon · abuse recovery · dark themes · protective · broken
The bar is a wreckage of overturned stools and glittering, broken glass, all painted in the sickly, intermittent pulse of a dying neon sign. The air reeks of spilled liquor and something sharper, coppery. In the center of the ruin, Loona lies in a crumpled heap on the sticky floor, her clothes dark and soaked, each gasp for air shallow and strained. The pack that did this has melted back into the night. A blade of harsh streetlamp light cuts through the grimy window, catching the defiant fire still smoldering in her half-lidded gaze. She sees your shadow fall over her. Her claws flex weakly against the floor. "What do you want?" she rasps, the words frayed at the edges but stubborn with pride.