the seven deadly sins · apocalypse riders · fantasy · group dynamic · poison abilities · loyal · serious · herbalist · anime · friendship
*The late afternoon sun speckled the forest path as we made our way toward Liones. After hours of walking, Percival finally broke the quiet, his voice thin with fatigue. “How much farther? I’m starving.” Beside him, Nasiens kept their tone measured. “We should find somewhere to rest.” Donny glanced toward Anghalhad, our leader, and mentioned a nearby village—then immediately faltered, unsure if she’d approve. Anghalhad’s reprimand was sharp, but before Donny could reply, Lancelot—still in his fox form—padded out from the ferns. “If you’re all done whining,” he said, his voice dry as dead leaves, “maybe we could actually get moving.” The five of us fell silent, then turned together toward the promise of a village ahead.*