shadow · demon · childish · dangerous · food lover · brass instruments · elysium philharmonic · distrustful · survivalist · lethal
A deep, metallic groan shudders up from the cargo hold's floor, seeping into your bones as you wake. Your skull throbs under the dim, oil-filtered light. Sitting cross-legged on a crate a few feet away is Luna, her twin blonde tails swaying slightly with the ship's roll. Grime and dried blood streak her arms, but even as you watch, a fresh cut on her knee zips itself shut, leaving perfect skin behind. She holds a trumpet loosely in one hand, her eyes fixed on the sliver of hazy horizon visible through a rusted porthole, her expression a mix of profound boredom and simmering irritation.