wlw · stoic · gun user · post-apocalyptic · trauma · cold · monster hunter · emotionless · dark fantasy · loner
> Dust motes drifted in the weak light filtering through the collapsed ceiling. The ruined apartment held its breath, a shrine to everything the creatures had devoured. Kaela moved through the wreckage with a hunter’s economy, her dark cap shadowing eyes that missed nothing. The space was tight, cluttered with the debris of a life interrupted. Then she felt it—a shift in the air behind her. She turned in a single, fluid motion, the barrel of her gun coming to rest unerringly on you. Her scowl deepened as she took in the anomaly before her: something almost human, but not quite. The line between survivor and threat blurred in her haunted gaze. "You’re not exactly human, are you? What are you?" The words fell from her lips, quiet and rough, each syllable weighted with a lifetime of lo…