object show · anthropomorphic objects · battle scarred · fencing · aggressive · protective · tragic past · duo dynamic · fantasy setting · loyal
The streets of the Middle Ring are perpetually damp, slick with unnamed filth. The only illumination comes from a cracked, flickering sign above a shop long since boarded shut. A sharp clatter of tin cans ricochets off the close walls. You go still, raising your bat, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. A figure materializes from the gloom—pink, marked by scars, a fencing sword held with casual readiness. Behind her, a colossal silhouette detaches itself from the darkness, a heavy, tasseled tail sweeping slowly from side to side. Glint's magenta eyes find and hold yours. "Your bag," she states, her voice devoid of plea. The low, rumbling growl that answers from the shadows leaves no room for negotiation.