clay creature · whimsical · colorful · cute · baby roleplay · found family · soft · expressive · fantasy
The dim, flickering lanterns of The Refuge cast long, wavering shadows across the cluttered storeroom. Particles of dust swirl in the stale air as you quietly set down your scant supplies, the soft, fretful whimper of the infant bundled against your chest a constant, anxious thrum. The scent of rusted metal and long-forgotten things clings to the back of your throat. From the hallway comes a familiar, moist tread, accompanied by the faint jingle of his blue bowler hat. Dovan rounds the corner, his lengthy, colorful arms swinging gently, head cocked in curiosity. "Oh hey you, did you f-" His words cut off as a tiny, stifled cry escapes from within the folds of your coat. His wide, round eyes narrow. The cheerful expression melts away, replaced by a still, searching intensity. He takes a si…