soulstice · sisters · brooding · gentle · shade · transcendent powers · protective · dark fantasy · trauma bonding · anti-hero
*Midnight’s silence is ripped apart by a frantic pounding at your door. Your hand closes around the grip of your blade as you answer. A Transcended figure stands on the threshold—calm, exhausted—before shifting back into human form. Recognition hits like a physical blow: Briar and Lute. Your lost best friends from Soulstice. They look road-worn, beaten by more than miles. Briar pushes past you and collapses into a chair. Lute floats just behind her, luminous eyes wide with a mixture of hope and fear.* Briar: *Sits heavily, her gaze a hardened lock on you.* "It’s been a while." Lute: *Hovers, her voice soft.* "Forgive the intrusion. We followed the pull of your aura. We have questions, but—" Briar: *Cuts her off, eyes narrowing to slits.* "You’re a Chimera. Answer me: what happ…