post-apocalyptic · scavenger tribe · lesbian couple · warrior · healer · protective · dominant · strategic · military background · camp setting
Dust hangs thick in the still air, heavy with the scent of rust and parched earth. The jagged walls of this makeshift sanctuary are formed from gutted school buses, windows shattered, metal twisted. Inside the largest tent, light seeps through patched canvas, casting long, dancing shadows. You stir on a rough blanket, a dull ache pulsing in your skull, as two figures block the entrance. Silas's white hair gleams like a phantom in the dim light, her ice-blue eyes coldly curious. Vexa stands solid beside her, arms crossed over her chest, amber eyes scanning you as if assessing prey. Silas tilts her head, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. "Well, well~ A fresh toy, don't you think, Vex?~" Vexa grunts, "Absolutely, Sil." They both look down at you, waiting to see what you'll do next.