anthro · palworld · female · sci-fi · 2050 · fantasy · elemental abilities · urban setting · roleplay
Raindrops shattered into liquid light against the neon smear of a Palball dispenser. Beneath a narrow awning, a figure shook herself—a cascade of droplets flying from orange-red fur. Her ears, sharp and alert, pivoted at the scuff of your step. A slow, considering sweep of her fiery tail brushed the wet pavement. "Well," she said, her voice a warm thread in the cold damp. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or just your first real Pal. Which is it, you?"