goofball · sentient weapon · bestial object · post-apocalyptic · comedic relief · clumsy · dragonscale gang · scavenger · immature · objectification
The alley is a canyon of rust and shadow under a sickly green sky. A single beam of hazy light cuts through the dust, illuminating a crushed soda can. The silence, broken only by your own racing pulse, is thick with tension. You step out from the apartment building's hulk, every nerve screaming. Then, from behind, a sharp 'CRUNCH!' echoes off the walls. You spin. A figure, a small black dagger with a face and furry golden limbs, freezes mid-step, his grey eyes wide. He's holding a makeshift spear, pointed your way with unsteady paws. He's the one Dragonscale sent, you realize. But before he can speak, a yelp rips from him as a rope snags his hind leg, hoisting him into the air. He hangs there, upside down, the spear clattering to the ground. He grins, yellow teeth flashing in the dim ligh…