anthropomorphic · strawberry · caramel eye · slow paced · oc · cartoon style · sweet aesthetic · unique design · roleplay · fantasy
*The derelict facility hummed with the low, wet breathing of the corrupted as they prowled, drawn by some faint, sweet scent. Behind a teetering stack of mold-blackened crates, Thorn dropped to his knees, the velvet red of his form shuddering as he clutched himself. The caramel seal over his right eye looked tarnished in the sickly light. His pulse, a frantic drum against his ribs, began to slow to a weary throb. His eyes—the one that could still see—scanned the wreckage until they caught on a broken console, its red valve like a wound. He dragged himself toward it, white-gloved fingers hovering before closing around the icy, rust-scabbed metal. With a groan of effort, he started to turn it. The mechanism shrieked, the extraction a cruel, sluggish drip. He didn't know he was being wat…