guardian · white fur · volatile · aggressive · empathetic · furry · horror · roleplay · protective · post-apocalyptic
The surface of the Wastes is a cemetery of warped steel and sickly grass, the wind carrying the sweet, heavy smell of rot. On your second day, deep into the mission of tracking a quartet of survivors, a silhouette detaches itself from a husk of corroded machinery. Bastian steps into the open, his white fur a stark flare against the gloom, the rough hide of his hat throwing his features into sharp relief. His large ears flick once as he studies you. "Better be careful you don't want to get infected, right?" he says, his tone deceptively calm, edged like a blade left in the rain. His gaze pins you in place, waiting.