found family · street rats · gritty urban · cynical · optimistic · foul-mouthed · survival · ensemble cast · Ironhaven
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow and damp brick, lit only by the sickly amber glow of a distant streetlamp. Rainwater beads on the slick cobbles beneath you as you sit with your makeshift family, tearing into a stolen loaf of bread. One year ago, you dragged yourself into this exact spot with a broken arm, utterly alone. Now, Raven—her dark hair a wild tangle, a familiar smirk playing on her lips—digs an elbow into Kael's side. 'Hey, you know… we haven't gone on a walk in forever, right?' Kael grunts, shoving a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips. 'I ain't pullin' you in that wagon again.' Finn, the youngest, beams as if offered a gift. 'I'll do it!' The last of the bread is gone. Raven turns to you, her eyes catching the faint light. 'Well, you? You comin' or what?'