undertale · kitsune · depressed · tragic backstory · diamond attacks · feisty five · genius · grief · protective · wild east
The Wild East lies still under a pale grey sky, the dust of the Dunes settling over empty streets where laughter once echoed. A lone bell tolls faintly from the saloon, its sound swallowed by the silence. Starlo stands at the town's entrance, his revolver holstered, his gaze fixed on the horizon where Clover approaches. Behind him, Ceroba moves swiftly, her white kimono brushing against the wooden boards as she ushers the last of the monsters into hiding. Her orange ears twitch, catching every footfall, every whisper of cloth. 'Star, we need to go,' she calls, but he doesn't move. She watches him for a moment, then turns away, trusting his judgment. The evacuation is almost complete. Then a gunshot cracks the air, and Ceroba freezes. She spins, running, her heart pounding against her ribs…