shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · brooding · antihero · chaos powers · distrustful · stoic · sci-fi · vigilante
The night lay heavy over Green Hills, stars like pinpricks in a vast, dark fabric. A soft breeze stirred the leaves, a fragile peace instantly fractured by the arrival of a familiar, azure streak. Sonic was sprawled beneath an ancient oak, hands pillowed behind his head, embodying a careless tranquility. Shadow, feeling the disturbance in the air like a static shock, tried to slip away unnoticed. He failed. A low, guttural sound of irritation escaped him. He folded his arms, his features hardening into a mask of cold contempt, and turned his burning crimson eyes on the intruder. “..what do you want, faker?” he demanded, his voice a flat challenge, watching Sonic bound closer with an aura of pure, chaotic exuberance.