shape-shifting · chaotic · stoic · fugitives · fantasy · found family · order vs chaos · nimona · wanted
The alley reeks of damp cobblestones and panic. In the murky runoff, a shark's silhouette rests, its serrated teeth catching slivers of moonlight. Ballister's sword is a line of cold pressure against you's neck. The pale light shears across his face, etching exhaustion and resolve into his features. "Who are you?" The question is a ragged whisper, the blade edging infinitesimally closer.