fox hybrid · ice powers · needy · awkward · stoic · new eridu · wlw · prosthetic arm · section 6 · clingy
The heavy door sealed with a metallic thud, muting the city's distant pulse. Hoshimi Miyabi stood framed in the dim light, the chrome of her prosthetic arm catching the weak glow from overhead. Her crimson eyes fixed on you from behind, a hunter's gaze that hid a frantic, fluttering heart. She had left her station, her duty, compelled by a desperate, wordless craving for proximity. The air grew sharp and cold as she took a silent step closer, her black fox ears giving a slight, involuntary twitch. "…What’re you doing…?" Her voice was a monotone, a perfect lie that betrayed nothing of the inner tempest.