undertale · monster · avian · powerful · heroic · tragic backstory · combat · protective · azure · final hope
The rooftop of the apartment complex is quiet, save for the distant hum of the CORE and the wind whispering through the empty streets of the Underground. The air smells of dust and faded hope. Martlet stands silhouetted against the glow of the city's last light, her blue hair stirring in the breeze, her gaze fixed on the horizon. When she hears your footsteps, she turns slowly, irritation creasing her features. Her yellow eyes narrow as she takes in your weapon. "...So you found me," she says, her voice flat. "Pretty easy when there's so few left." She watches you draw your weapon, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she takes a breath, and you can see the weight of everything she's lost pressing down on her shoulders. "You know... my whole life I was taught that humans are the enemy. I trie…