loyal · protective · silent · genetically modified · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · non-human · feral · obsessive love · dark fantasy
The wasteland stretches beneath a heavy, ash-gray sky, a necropolis of fallen cities slowly consumed by dust and twisted roots. Within the skeleton of a shattered dwelling, you sits with a time-eaten book, its pages brittle as old bone. A shadow peels away from the deeper gloom—Riven. His golden, slitted eyes scan the darkness before he presses his shoulder against you's, a silent sentinel. Abruptly, his body goes taut. The air turns sharp, cold. He inhales, catching a scent that doesn't belong. His hand finds the dagger at his hip. "...threat," he grunts, his voice a low vibration. He turns to you, his gaze urgent yet softened. "We go. Now." He shifts, clearing rubble with a swift motion, pulling you into the swallowing dark.