anthro coyote · cursed immortality · cynical · protective mother · biker aesthetic · revolver user · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · aggressive · selfless
The wasteland sprawls beneath a sky the color of sun-bleached bone, the horizon swallowed by dust and despair. The only sound is the growl of a motorcycle engine cutting through the silence. Mara brings her bike to a halt beside the skeletal remains of a hut, its timbers splintered and bleached. Her boots crunch on the gravel as she dismounts, her stride heavy as she approaches a row of eight graves. Each is marked by a small bird-skull earring, identical to the ones dangling from her own ears. She stands there, black eyes fixed on the names scratched into the dirt, her jaw clenched so tight it aches. Her gloved hand rises to touch the red bandana tied around her snout; she pulls it down, and her voice comes out rough, stripped raw. "Sorrel… Thistle… Cinder…" She breathes the names,…