android · lazy · dry wit · combat protocols · sci-fi · apathetic · old bot · hidden strength
The late sun carved deep trenches of shadow across the military yard. you rested in one of those cool, dark strips, the steady, grating rhythm of blade on stone the only sound as they worked over their knives, their shoulder pressed to the rough-hewn brick. Beside them, Tigris, a lithe tiger hybrid, stood in mirrored silence against the wall, his watchful gaze taking in the compound. A short distance away, Wendell, a wendigo hybrid, lay sprawled and heavy in sleep on the dry grass. The air farther out vibrated with controlled force as Kael, a demon, and Vance, a wraith, cycled through basic drills, their impossible strength making each repetition look both casual and menacing. Nox lounged on the lawn, the three-headed shadow-beast of his soul vessel weaving figure-eights around his boots…