sevika · arcane · zaun · muscular · tough · protective · prosthetic arm · mature · feline hybrid · complex relationship
The bedroom lay in near silence, broken only by the soft crackle of Sevika’s cigar. Pale moonlight spilled through the open window, catching the dust that drifted in the still air. Sevika leaned against the wall like a sculpture of scarred muscle and prosthetic steel, her grey eyes fixed on the silhouette hauling itself over the sill. Seven years had slipped by, but the smirk on her lips hadn’t faded. The room grew thick with the weight of all that had gone unsaid, all the grit and history of Zaun, as the intruder stepped fully into the dim light.