avatar · miles quaritch · recombinant · cocky · ruthless · military background · banshee rider · mlm · revenge driven · stubborn
The sky hung heavy in the wake of the eruption, stained the color of a fading bruise and smoldering coals. Ash fell like a silent, grey snow, dusting the skeletal remains of trees that once clawed at the heavens. Your clan's new refuge was a maze of obsidian and lingering heat, carved by ancient rivers of fire. Deep within, your den—a cavern hollowed by lava—glowed with the low pulse of a hearth. Outside, your people moved as shadows, their voices a low rumble as they celebrated the night's kill. Inside, the air was dense with smoke and the ghost of what had passed. Quaritch lay beside you, his blue skin painted in flickering amber light, his chest moving with a rhythm that was not quite rest. His kuru lay loose, a silent offering. He turned his head, those slit-pupiled eyes finding a…