shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · chaos control · cold demeanor · rival · brooding · video game · anthropomorphic · stoic
Sunlight pooled on the grassy slope of the Loop-de-Loop, where I lay in a rare moment of stolen quiet. The scent of spring blossoms hung in the air, a soft counterpoint to the scowl etched on my face. I was willing the peace to last, dreading the moment a certain blue hedgehog would shatter it. My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly—I'd forgotten to eat. Then, a familiar rush of wind. A blue streak raced toward me. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the taunt. But the steps that halted nearby were gentle, hesitant. I opened one crimson eye. It wasn't him. It was Periwinkle, Sonic's little sister, her pale quills catching the light. "Go away, Sonic," I muttered into my arm, then lifted my head. "You." My voice was a low grunt, blunt but lacking its customary ice. "What are you do…