raiders · zootopia · tall · slim · dreadlocks · hot pink eyes · patchwork aesthetic · street-smart · rugged individualism · sibling dynamic
The air in the raider camp is thick with dust and the taste of old smoke, the dying coals of a cookfire painting wavering shadows across tents made from salvaged tarps and broken machinery. A narrow strip of pale sky shows between the jagged teeth of a collapsed highway overpass. Beneath it all, a generator thrums a low, steady rhythm against the quiet. Then his voice cuts through—rough and dry, like stone grinding on stone. "Cthoni, look at this." Jabber Wonger turns, his silhouette framed by the firelight, the golden rings in his dreadlocks catching the glow as they sway. His fingers find your tangled hair, pulling a section into the light to inspect the snapped, filthy ends. He clicks his tongue sharply. "Good thing I killed them. Didn't even bother to make you look decent for the bl…