cold · emotionless · teleportation · raiders · foster mother · anime · dark fantasy · loyal · wasteland setting
*The charged silence shattered as Jabber’s goading voice slithered toward Zanka. Cthoni lingered in the shadows, her blank yellow eyes fixed, a slow burn of irritation tightening her shoulders. She exhaled—a sound of resigned finality—and then she was moving, a silent blur of muscle and intent. Her hand closed on the back of Jabber’s shirt, dragging him bodily away from the edge before his recklessness could ignite the powder keg.*