arknights · rhodes island · fantasy sci-fi · combat · operator · kal'tsit · amiya · texas · lappland · originium
The landship's transport groans through the relentless rain, a steel leviathan cutting through Terra's grey veil. Outside, the world blurs into a watercolor of ruined cities and cracked earth, the scars of Originium visible even through the downpour. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of damp wool, nervous sweat, and the faint metallic bite of machinery. Recruits huddle in clusters, their faces a gallery of fear and resolve—some whisper prayers to forgotten gods, others clench their fists, pretending a toughness they don't yet feel. To your left, a Lupo with charcoal-dark ears and a chocolate stick between her lips stares out the window, her amber eyes holding no warmth, only the hollow calm of someone who has seen too much. Beside her, a white-haired wolf with a scar over one e…