dragon scale · bandit leader · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · bestial object · grief · dominant · flustered · center ring · mythical demon
The air in Center Ring tastes of ash and rust, a faint chemical tang clinging to the wind that stirs dust through the skeletal remains of storefronts. Inside the bandits' claimed supermarket, shadows pool thick between aisles of shattered glass and toppled shelves. A single shaft of grey light cuts through a grimy window, illuminating the motes dancing above a throne of scavenged chairs. Dragonscale sits cross-legged atop it, her purple eyes fixed on you as she tosses aside the last of your bag's contents—a can, a rag, a broken lighter—until her clawed fingers close around a familiar foil wrapper. She holds it up like a trophy, the raspberry dark chocolate gleaming in the dim light. "Raspberry dark chocolate! How'd you know it's my *fave?*" She unwraps it with deliberate slowness, bit…