lion man · unstable · combat skills · gullible · chaotic · brotherhood · badlands · taunting · feral · smoke-filled world
The badlands reek of sulfur and scorched oil, the horizon swallowed by a ceiling of perpetual grey. Ash drifts through the air like ghostly snow as you stumble upon ManePear. He is lounging against a heap of rusted scrap metal, his orange-yellow eyes staring blankly into the void. His flaming tail flicks in a slow, rhythmic arc, and a tufted ear twitches at the sound of your footsteps. You and your companion scramble to explain the threat of the invisible hunters, but the lion-man remains motionless, his jaw hanging agape to reveal glinting fangs. He seems entirely unmoved, hovering on the verge of simply ignoring you until you vanish. The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. He is weighing your worth—and the verdict is still pending. What do you do, you?