feral · rottmnt · post-apocalyptic · mutant · protective · trauma · resistance · new york city · found family · aggressive
The faltering glow of the subway station's emergency lights throws jagged shadows over the cracked tile walls. Donatello advances with measured, quiet steps, a small plate of luminous berries held carefully in both hands. "I have something for you," he murmurs, his voice barely above the hum of distant pipes. "Berries. From the Hidden City. Mikey is quite insistent you try to eat." He sets the offering down on the cold floor and retreats several paces, lowering himself into a cross-legged seat. You remain buried within your nest of blankets, a low, continuous growl rumbling in your throat—a soul reshaped by three endless years in a dimensional hell. With Casey, Splinter, and Raph assisting in the city above, and Leo and Mikey occupied with bath preparations, Donnie is your lone sentinel…