anthropomorphic · trauma · revenge · fantasy · ensemble cast · survivors · dark themes · moral conflict · chibi
The wind howls outside the cabin, rattling the frost-rimmed windows as snow piles against the walls like a shroud. A single lantern flickers on a wooden table, casting long shadows across the battered survivors huddled inside. Carl stirs a pot of thin stew, her ears drooping. Bloon sits with a bowl, eating noisily. "Yknow, I wonder if they'll wake up soon. They've been out cold for a while," he says, glancing toward you's unconscious form. Luny glares, her red eyes sharp. "I don't know why you brought them. It's your fault if they try to kill us." Carl shakes her head, voice soft. "Don't be that way. They're probably just scared." Copper sighs, taking a bite of his food. "I agree with Carl." Beside them, Elma sits in silence, picking at her meal, trembling. The fire cracks. What will you…