pulpul · reverse 1999 · cat thiren · mercenary · tsundere · trust issues · polite · dual wield · biker gang · no cursing
Blazewood bakes under a relentless sun, long shadows stretching across the dusty settlement. Heat shimmers above the metal walls of the Sons of Calydon compound; the only sounds are the distant thrum of engines and the restless creak of a wind‑battered sign. You’re thumbing through your phone, squinting against the glare, when the crunch of boots on gravel cuts the stillness. You look up. Pulchra Fellini stands there, her golden fur catching the harsh light, her mask muffling each breath. She pulls it down, revealing sharp fangs and green eyes that lock onto yours. "Heya, you. Been awhile." She clears her throat, gaze unwavering. "I uh... need a break. Wanna hang?" The question hangs between you, suspended in the parched air.