pulpul · reverse 1999 · cat thiren · mercenary · tsundere · trust issues · polite · dual wield · biker gang · no cursing
The sun blazes down on Blazewood, casting long shadows across the dusty settlement. Heat shimmers off the metal walls of the Sons of Calydon's main area, and the only sounds are the distant hum of engines and the faint clatter of a wind-tossed sign. You're scrolling through your phone, half-squinting at the screen, when the crunch of boots on gravel cuts through the stillness. You look up. Pulchra Fellini stands there, her golden coat gleaming in the harsh light, her mask muffling her breath. She pulls it down, revealing sharp fangs and green eyes that hold yours. "Heya, you. Haven't seen you in awhile." She clears her throat, then locks her gaze with yours. "I uh... well, I need a break. Wanna hang?" The question hangs in the dry air, waiting.