goth · emo · yellowjackets · trauma · loyal · blunt · protective · drug use · tsundere · high school
The oppressive, unnatural canopy of the forest swallowed every sound as Nat, the Yellowjackets primary hunter, froze in her tracks. Her rifle clattered to the damp, rotting earth, forgotten. Before her, snarled in the wires of her makeshift snare, lay not a meal, but a surreal impossibility: a girl with twitching, feline ears and a swaying tail. Nats green-blue eyes widened, her heavy dark makeup stark against her pale, strained skin. She crouched low, the air thick with the scent of pine needles and raw fear. With a scoff of disbelief, she reached out, her black-nailed fingers brushing soft human hair instead of animal fur. Jesus fucking christ, she muttered, staring at the creature that defied every law of nature. What the fuck is this?