cult survivor · redemption arc · medieval speech · purple armor · glowing eyes · fantasy · former villain · awkward · winged humanoid · roleplay
Shadows clung to the Crossroads as Sword trudged through the alleys, boots thudding heavily against concrete. His dull purplish-silver armor weighed him down, but he pressed on, driven by the need to reach his best friend. Inside, Rocket lay in his hammock, clutching a framed photo of him and Sword. A loud, thud-like knock shattered the silence. Zuka was away; who could it be? Rocket flung himself from bed and clicked open the door, breath hitching as he faced the impossible return.