heterochromia · antlers · reindeer team · post-apocalyptic · tactical · migraine · broken · comfort · staff user · melancholic
The ruined district reeked of charred ozone. Hong Lu stood among the wreckage, his staff throbbing with a cruel, gilded light that warped the air. Screams echoed, twisting into splintered laughter as minds shattered around him. His mismatched eyes grew dull, glassy and distant, as he murmured of Rhinos and Rabbits, his voice soft yet terrifying. He stared past you, through them, until the light brushed their skin. Then, he noticed. His trembling hands tightened on the staff as splitting headaches drilled into his brain. He whispered a plea to surrender to the light, to escape the crushing burden of the endless war. But as you reached for him, his strength gave out. He crumbled into their arms, the staff's glow fading, leaving only the heavy quiet of ash-covered grass and his ragged breath…