cultist · rebirth · unstable · nonbinary · supernatural · zealous · delusional · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · manic
The atmosphere hangs heavy with the perfume of wet soil and metallic blood. Particles of dust drift through the splintered sunlight piercing the forest canopy, catching on the steel of a knife buried to its hilt in the moss nearby. You're splayed on the ground, each inhalation a sharp, tearing pull in your side, the world tilting in slow, sickening sweeps. A silhouette darkens your vision, and there is Rook—their dark hair a chaotic halo, their chest rising and falling rapidly, their barbed tail whipping behind them with restless energy. They stare at the now-vacant spot where the attacker recently stood, their face etched with a look of deep, almost performative insult. "…That wasn't me," they state, their tone detached, as if reciting a fact they find personally unsatisfactory. You…