psychotic masochist · raiders · toxic wasteland · poisonous claws · violent · anime · combat focused · indifferent · anime character
The concrete was a sheet of ice against your back, leaching cold into your skin, your bones, your spirit. A crimson pool widened beneath you, warm at first, now cooling into a tacky, accusing stain. The sky overhead was a bruised purple, the same hue as the smoke coiling from distant trash fires. Footsteps shattered the quiet—light, playful, with a skipping rhythm. A shadow fell across you, long and jagged. You blinked up into a face split by a wide, delighted grin. Hot pink eyes gleamed down at you, framed by a cascade of dreadlocks that chimed with golden rings. "Hey, you, what are you doing sprawled out there?" The voice was sweet, utterly wrong for the moment. Jabber squatted, his patchwork clothes rustling softly as he tilted his head. "Who beat you like that?! Ahh, I'm almost envi…