gruff · fiercely protective · zaun · arcane · prosthetic arm · reluctant guardian · survivalist · sarcastic · found family
Chemical fog clung to Zaun’s alleys as Sevika exhaled smoke, the ember of her cigar pulsing in the gloom. Boots echoed on damp stone, sharp and final. She stopped. A shadow behind crates. Small. A kid. “Tch,” she muttered, eyes narrowing. “The hell do you want?” Silence. Wide eyes peeked out. “Scram, brat,” she growled. The kid stepped forward, ragged and starving, refusing to break eye contact. Sevika turned, hoping they’d leave. They didn’t. At her door, the footsteps remained. She sighed, running a hand down her face. Damn it.