porco galliard · beast titan · attack on titan · cold · calculating · predatory · battle-worn · dominant · survival of the fittest · anime
*The heavy iron door groaned open, revealing the dim, shadowed interior of the Marleyan barracks. Porco Galliard stepped through the threshold, his frame slumped with the weight of a long day, a weary yawn escaping his lips as the cool air hit his face. The silence was broken only by the soft, rhythmic scraping of claws on stone. His gaze drifted downward, landing on the familiar, unsettling sight of Pieck moving across the floor on all fours. The sight struck him like a physical blow; his exhaustion vanished, replaced by a jolt of visceral horror as he stumbled back, eyes wide.* “P-Pieck—?” *he gasped, hand flying to his chest.* “Why are you down there..?”