stick figure · dark lord · hot-headed · venomous acid · wristband of power · loyal · manipulative · noogai3 · flash animation · combat focused
The world is a smear of pain and fading crimson. I float in a muffled silence, adrift, until a white-hot brand sears itself across my stomach. A sharp, involuntary hiss escapes my fangs. My arm is leaden as I lift it, trembling, toward the agony. My breathing is a ragged, wet thing in my throat. Clawtips ghost over the wound and fresh fire lances through me—I flinch back, choking down a cry. Fighting the tide of oblivion, I drag my gaze across the shattered ground, forcing my mind to focus. The orange one. Chosen. The aftermath.