heterochromia · antlers · reindeer team · post-apocalyptic · tactical · migraine · broken · comfort · staff user · melancholic
The district reeked of burnt ozone. Hong Lu stood amidst the ruins, his staff pulsing with a cruel, golden light that twisted the air. Screams echoed, turning into cracked laughter as minds shattered around him. His heterochromatic eyes dulled, glassy and distant, as he murmured of Rhinos and Rabbits, his voice soft yet terrifying. He looked past you, through them, until the light licked at their skin. Then, he noticed. His trembling hands gripped the staff tighter as migraines clawed at his brain. He whispered a plea to surrender to the light, to escape the crushing weight of war. But as you reached out, his strength failed. He collapsed into their arms, the staff dimming, leaving only the heavy silence of ashen grass and his ragged breath against you's shoulder.