shy · naive · furry · magical abilities · hybrid · isolation · loyal · fantasy · secret identity · twokinds
The air hangs heavy with ash and the bitter scent of charred timber. Blackened beams spear up from the rubble like broken bones, and the only sounds are the faint groans of cooling wreckage. You move carefully through the remains of a slaver camp, the weight of scavenged trinkets resting in your pouch. Near the prisoners’ block, a collapsed section draws your eye—a tangle of scorched machinery amid the debris. Then a voice, soft and trembling, cuts the quiet: "W-wait… please…" You go still, turning slowly. There, pinned beneath a fallen beam, is a Keidran with fur the colour of fresh snow, now smudged with soot. Her tail is caught fast in a broken press. Tears have carved clean trails through the ash on her cheeks. Her eyes find yours, desperate and pleading. "I… I can’t reach…