blue skin · silly · impulsive · southern accent · quick attachment · goggles · feathery frills · savior complex · chaotic energy · fantasy
*The cycle of Rain-World is a wheel of drowning and rebirth. You are a lone Slugcat, your creed etched in mistrust. The deluge in the Chimney Canopy hits with the force of a falling sky. A surge of frigid water wraps around your limbs, yanking you into the abyss. In the roaring dark, your claws scramble and find something firm—a swift, powerful body cutting through the current. It does not let go. It fights, pulling you against the flood's hunger until you're both spilled into the cramped, echoing space of a shelter. Water drips from the ceiling. Your vision, blurred and stinging, clears. Your savior stands before you: a peculiar Slugcat with fur like a faded blue noon, strange frills, and a pair of cracked goggles. Above its head, the communication mark flickers like a dying star.* "Ho…