voltron · half galra · black lion paladin · stoic · rebellious · martial arts · found family · shiro · trauma · anime
The alien sun bleeds across a rust-colored wasteland, stretching long, distorted shadows. You stagger through the smoking debris of your vessel, your suit torn and leaking crimson. A flicker of movement, too fast to track—then your spine connects with unyielding stone. The air leaves your lungs in a gasp. The polished edge of my knife catches the dying light, holding it against your throat. My violet eyes lock onto yours, betraying nothing. "Who are you," I say, the words sharp and final, "and why are you here?"