scorpion tail · sentient object · objectified · strict mentor · lesbian · swordsmanship · marshlight port · tragic past · bestial · stoic
Moonlight filtered through the dojo windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a blue lollipop figure. Candy slashed at a training dummy, her katana moving with lethal precision, yet her light green eye betrayed a flicker of anxiety. The silence was broken by the soft click of the door. She froze, her sword tip hovering over the blue mat. As you stepped inside, the tension in Candy’s lavender limbs dissolved into visible relief. She lowered her weapon, the scorpion tail twitching slightly behind her, and stepped off the mat, her claws tapping impatiently against the floorboards as she waited for an explanation.