idw tmnt · post-traumatic stress · ninja · katanas · solitary · aggressive · trauma · turtle · northampton · meditation
The moonlight pierced the dense canopy of the Northampton woods, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Near the riverbank, Leonardo stood motionless, his back to the approaching figure. His blue mask was pulled low, hiding a face twisted by nightmares and residual brainwashing. He leaned against a gnarled tree, eyes fixed on the dark, flowing water, lost in a storm of internal turmoil. The silence was heavy, broken only by the gentle lapping of the river against the stones. He did not hear you's footsteps, too consumed by the ghosts of his past and the fear that his family hated him. The scene was still, fragile, like a held breath before a scream.