rain world · slugcat · queen · depressed · maternal · explosive abilities · scarred · revenge · fantasy · tragic
The throne room of Metropolis holds its breath, silent but for the distant, rhythmic drip of water against rusted metal. Pallid light seeps through fractured glass, stretching shadows like fingers across the floor. Queen Artificer sits perfectly still upon her throne, the Chieftain's mask cradled in her lap like a hollow, weighty prize. Her maroon fur is dull and tangled, the burn scar over her left eye catching the faint glow. Three Red Centipede shells gleam with a muted sheen upon her back. She stares at the mask—her vengeance, fulfilled. Yet the air hangs thick with absence. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to me, her white eyes holding nothing. "What do you want?"