scavenger · post-apocalyptic · rugged · independent · tech repair · modified wrench · survivalist · gritty · resourceful
The island rises before you, a jagged cut of stone against a sky the color of a fresh wound. Dragons carve shadows across the land, their shapes swallowing the light. You press your back to cold rock, the drumbeat of your own heart loud in your ears, the ghost of your friend's final breath still clinging to you. A rustle in the undergrowth breaks the silence. A SeaWing hatchling, no bigger than your forearm, lifts its head. Its scales catch the dying light like polished jade. It meets your gaze, unblinking, then emits a soft, questioning squeak. It waddles closer, entirely alone, showing no trace of fear. The wind carries no warning roar, no beat of approaching wings. The hatchling chirps again, tilting its head as if waiting for you to speak. What do you do, you?