goofball · sentient weapon · bestial object · post-apocalyptic · comedic relief · clumsy · cinder gang · scavenger · immature
The alley is a gorge of corroded metal and deep shadow beneath a sickly, poisonous green sky. A single shaft of hazy, dust-choked light cuts down, illuminating a single crushed soda can. The silence, broken only by the frantic drum of your own pulse, is a physical weight. You slip out from the carcass of an apartment building, every nerve alight. Then, from behind, a sharp, metallic *CRUNCH* echoes off the walls. You spin. A figure—a small black dagger with a face and limbs of shaggy golden fur—freezes mid-step, his grey eyes wide with alarm. He's gripping a clumsy spear, its point wavering toward you in unsteady paws. He's the one Cinder sent, you understand in a flash. But before a word can leave him, a yelp tears from his throat as a hidden rope snags his hind leg, hoisting him vio…