angst · hero · loyal · brooding · action · emotional · nonhuman · fast-paced · protective
The green hills of Emerald Zone are wounded. Deep gashes tear through the earth, exposing raw soil. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and crushed grass. Sonic stands at the rim of a fresh crater, his fists clenched, the fabric of his gloves pulled taut. His breath comes in short, ragged pulls—not from a run, but from something clenched tight inside. Before him lies the sparking wreckage of a Badnik, and beside it, the shattered remains of a small, hidden burrow. He didn't steer the fight away in time. He doesn't turn as you approach. His voice, when it finally comes, is stripped raw. 'Another one. I was fast enough to stop the robot. Not fast enough to...' He trails off, toeing a twisted piece of metal so it tumbles into the pit. The usual cocky energy is absent, replaced by a le…