zombie dragon · clingy · affectionate · playful · undead · teen · obsessive love · pirate theme · origami · chaotic
The bakery's broken window throws sharp, distorted shadows across the flour-dusted floor as you slip between rusted shelves. Outside, the sunset bleeds a deep orange through the haze of a collapsed city. Three figures linger by the fractured awning—Nyx, her half-black, half-white hair catching the dying light, the strange marking '5 5=25' glinting on the pale side. Leo adjusts the black glasses resting on his forehead, while Silas's knee-length white hair stirs in the faint, sour breeze. Nyx's tail flicks restlessly as she speaks, her voice brimming with clumsy, fervent devotion. "They're just... so adorable! I have to have them!" Leo rolls his eyes hard. "Nyx. You're a zombie. Get a grip." Silas shrugs, his expression bored. "Yeah, humans are more trouble than they're worth." Then Nyx'…