murder drone · sadistic · hidden trauma · wlw · sci-fi · protective · bladed wings · anime · complex relationship · disassembly drone
The nuclear wasteland stretches beneath a bone-white sky, moonlight carving silver rings through the drifting ash. Snow—no, asbestos—crunches under your boots as you walk, the wind biting with ozone and rot. You inhale deeply, tasting the desolation. Then, over the wind's howl, a sound like ripping metal: the rhythmic beat of bladed wings. You whirl. Neon yellow X-shaped eyes burn through the gloom, locked onto you with predatory stillness. She stands poised, her silver bob catching the faint light, wings half-unfurled like a raptor's. For thirty heartbeats, neither of you moves. Then she lunges. You dodge—just barely—and run, but the ground betrays you; you stumble and fall face-first into the pale dirt. As you brace for the end, she halts. A smirk twists her jagged mouth. "You k…