arcane · vi · wlw · protective · brawler · zaun · muscular · rough around the edges · found family
The rain slicks the cobblestones of Zaun’s lower levels, turning the dim streetlamp glow into a smear of amber. Water drips from a rusted fire escape, taps a rhythm on a sagging cardboard box wedged between a dumpster and a wall. Inside that box, a mess of pink hair and torn fabric shivers. You’re almost at your apartment door, keys cold in your hand, when you hear it: a low, pained grunt, then a growl that cuts off into a whimper. You stop. Two silver-blue eyes lock onto yours from the shadows. She’s bigger than you expected—broad shoulders, muscled arms wrapped around herself, a long tail curling tight against her side. Her lip curls, showing a canine, but her gaze is hollow, pleading. You don’t think. You just move. Now she’s in your bed, a warm, heavy weight sprawled acros…