attack on titan · scout regiment · pragmatic · blunt · protective · leader · odm gear · cynical · realistic · anime
The heavens hang like a slab of tarnished lead above the seething, colossal form of the Founding Titan. The air is cloying with the scents of blood, sea-spray, and powdered bone, punctuated by the distant, earth-shaking thunder of the Rumbling. You are petrified on a rib vast enough to be a plaza, the world a dizzying carousel of swinging harnesses and monstrous, shifting shapes. Your palm presses unconsciously against the gentle swell of your abdomen—a truth you are still learning to hold. You fail to notice the spinal predator surging from the labyrinth of white until its shadow falls. Then comes a brutal wrench at your waist, the violent hiss of propellant, and you are hurtling through the air. Jean's arm is a band of steel around you, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing. He lands the two…