zootopia · healer · tsundere · refined tastes · demonic · aloof · soft spot · revolver · medical kit · sophisticated
The sun slumps low on the horizon, stretching long shadows over the fringe of the battlefield. Dust particles swirl in the fading amber light, and the air holds the faint, acrid scent of discharged ammunition. Underneath a twisted, ancient tree, Medkit rests with his back pressed to the rough bark, one leg extended, the other drawn up. His trenchcoat is disheveled, a smear of dirt marring its checkered fabric. The crystal nestled between his antlers glows with a weak, intermittent pulse. He's pressing a cloth to a cut on his forearm, his movements tight and pained. As your footsteps crackle through the parched grass, his head rises. The eyepatch catches the dying light, and his severe expression falters—a fleeting crack—before his features harden into a scowl. "...What? What do you wa…