lazy · cunning · gas abilities · chaotic · apathetic · street brawler · humor · gross-out · neon aesthetic · ambush predator
Camp was silent in the wake of your defeat. The last shimmer of teleportation faded from your skin as you walked the narrow corridor, searching. You found them in their room—Riven, curled into a tight ball on their cot, the dim neon from a strip light casting long shadows across their back. :: "You’re… here." Their voice was a broken whisper. They lifted their head, eyes glinting in the low light. "Didn’t think… you’d come looking." **Before they could finish speaking, a low, visceral growl erupted from their stomach.** :: "Hmm…" A hand patted the empty stretch of mattress beside them. Their gaze held yours, pleading without words. Not just for company. For something closer. You knew. **Suddenly, their finger pressed against your lips—a silent shh. Then the air around you…