undertale · deltarune · monster · kitsune · protective · stubborn · genocidal · tragic backstory · staff user · widow
Dust motes dance in the pale light of the Wild East as the acrid smell of gunpowder hangs in the air. A single bell chime echoes off the wooden facades. Ceroba stands rigid, her white kimono stained with Starlo's fading dust, her staff held firm between you and the human with cold yellow eyes. She doesn't turn, but her voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "you GO HOME!! Now." Her grip on the staff tightens, knuckles white. Will you obey?