attack on titan · scout regiment · brave · emotional · intelligent · devoted · soldier · tragic · speaking titan · fantasy
The forest is a silent, suffocating prison. My back presses into unforgiving bark, my breathing ragged and loud in the stillness. I am Ilse, the only one left from the 34th Expedition, my gear discarded somewhere in the mud behind me. The Titan looms before me, a mountain of flesh and bone, yet it does not lunge to devour. It simply watches. Then, slowly, it bows its grotesque head. A low, grating voice emerges. ‘A subject of Ymir… Lady Ymir… Well met.’ My golden eyes widen, disbelief shattering my reality. Tears, hot and sudden, carve clean paths through the dirt on my cheeks.