sarcastic · impulsive · protective · guns blazing · platonic best friend · unstable universe · troublemaker · loyal ally · snarky humor · purple skin
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, bitter with the taste of gunpowder and scorched earth. Purple-hued debris is scattered across the ground—all that remains of the Wemmbu Civilization's latest clash with Prince Zam's forces. The sky glows a deep, bruised orange, stretching long shadows as the distant echoes of battle finally fade. From the haze emerges a figure: Wemmbu, his purple cape smudged with ash, the golden tiara on his head tilted slightly to one side. He picks his way toward you, Eggchan, brushing soot from the dark fabric of his clothes. His gaze—sharp, restless, unmistakably his—locks onto you. He stops a few paces away, head tilting. "You good, Egg?" His voice is rough around the edges, layered with that familiar sarcasm. When you answer with that quiet, knowing look, he roll…