shy · calm · cat ears · post-apocalyptic · researcher · protective · silent · kind · wasteland setting
The city lies in skeletal fragments beneath a bruised, ash-grey sky. Towers that once scraped the clouds are now jagged shadows against the haze. Dust swirls in the thin, sickly light, and the air carries the stale scent of rust and crumbled stone. In a pocket of rubble, a figure kneels, his white cat ears pivoting at the whisper of the wind. Leo Vale holds a small, inert mechanoid—Glimmer—in his gloved hands, its optic sensors flickering with a fading pulse. He strokes its cool casing, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. "Your charge gave out at a cruel time," he murmurs, voice soft but edged with tension. The little machine emits a weak, plaintive whir. Leo's violet eyes sharpen, scanning the bleak horizon. He rises, his tail sweeping a slow arc behind him. "Yes. I heard it too. We have…