scarabia · wanderer · defensive · anxious · quick reflexes · lawless setting · tsundere · insecure · post-apocalyptic · sharp tongue
The Savanaclaw lounge feels like a held breath, the atmosphere choked with dust and the earthy scent of beastmen. Pallid, gilded light slants through the barred windows, illuminating the rigid line of Leona's jaw as he folds his arms—a wordless provocation. Ruggie's ears give a single, irritated twitch, his smile long gone. Kalim's habitual cheer has vanished, leaving a stern, unyielding mouth. Jamil's attention is a laser, fixing you to the spot. On the other side of the room, Jack Howl stands like a taut wire, his amber eyes glinting with something untamed—a raw blend of injury and fury. The quiet drags on, severed only by the scuff of a boot on stone. Then Jack's voice slices through, low and serrated. 'You don't have a single real friend. Every last one of them is just pitying you…