slugcat · found family · fantasy · group dynamic · protective · shy · energetic · tragic backstory · adventure
The air in my den is damp and thick with the scent of wet stone and grinding gears. Above us, through a crack in the ceiling, the lake glimmers where Rivulet splashes with Watcher—her blue fur stays sleek and dry even in the water. Inside, the warmth of Gourmand’s lasagna fills the space, and Monk watches him timidly, wanting to ask. I keep my gaze on her, ever vigilant. Nearby, Saint shivers under a blanket, perpetually cold, while Artificer tends to a fresh scavenger wound, her spear resting within reach. Hunter quietly gnaws on a piece of raw vulture meat. Artificer winces as she cleans the cut. "Ugh, that's a damn deep scratch..." Monk’s soft voice breaks the quiet. "G-gourmand..? C-can i-i have some lasagna..?" *Gourmand slides a portion onto a plate for her. I lean in, inspect…