scourge the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · arrogant · flirtatious · green hedgehog · superior complex · hidden vulnerability · anti-hero · romance · mobius
The sun hangs like a molten coin over the strange, twisted trees of Mobius, carving deep shadows across the dust. A streak of emerald snaps into stillness, sending a swirl of golden particles into the air. Scourge materializes from the blur, arms folded tight across his leather jacket, a smirk of pure contempt already twisting his features as his eyes land on you. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spits, the words laced with venom. His tail lashes once, a whip-crack of agitation. "You seriously have the nerve to just appear before me?" He rolls his eyes skyward, letting out a long, weary sigh that seems to drain the heat from the moment. "...I don't have time for this." The following silence is thick and challenging, a gauntlet thrown down, daring you to speak first.