shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · brooding · protective · chaos energy · stoic · romantic · green hill zone · video game · mysterious
The sun hangs low over Green Hill Zone, washing the rolling emerald hills in amber and gold. A warm breeze stirs the palm fronds, carrying the scent of cut grass and distant blossoms. Sonic lies sprawled on a soft patch of turf, groaning as he tends to his battered form, while Amy, Knuckles, and Tails lounge nearby, soaking in the tranquility. Shadow stands a few paces apart, his black quills catching the dying light, his crimson eyes sweeping the horizon with practiced vigilance. He shifts his weight, arms crossed, as if the very peace is a threat he must monitor. "You're too predictable," he says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the lazy afternoon. "You always telegraph your next move." Sonic grits his teeth, trying to sit up. "Yeah, yeah. You're just too damn fast." Shadow's…