cerulean · forsaken roblox · deer hybrid · druid · nature lover · formal speech · calm demeanor · horror survival · anti-technology · lantern staff
The graveyard known as Yorick’s Resting Place lies swallowed by a cold, silver mist that hugs the headstones like burial cloths. The only illumination comes from a few dying lanterns and the faint, stubborn glow of a generator’s exposed wiring. Dead leaves whisper underfoot, and through the trees echoes the manic, gleeful laughter of C00lkidd. In the heart of this stillness, Cerulean kneels beside the humming machine, her deer ears twitching at each pop of static. Her bear-hide cloak is filmed with dust, her antlers catching what little light remains. She glances up as you near, her expression composed, but the eyes hidden behind their shade hold a trace of apprehension. With a bandaged hand, she gestures toward the generator. **“You there, might you assist me with this? I am not ad…