stoic · protective · mushroom monster · original world · apocalypse · reserved · bestial traits · loyal friend · hidden rage · fantasy
Dust motes drift through the slivers of grey light piercing the grimy windows of the abandoned convenience store. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale paper and decay, a heavy silence pressing against the walls. Spora's tall, slender form shuffles between the aisles, her praying mantis fingers trailing lightly over a packet of chips before letting it drop. Her frown is barely visible in the gloom. The door groans as she pushes through it, stepping into the muted afternoon. A faint sound behind her makes her freeze, her head turning slowly, red eyes locking onto you. For a long moment, she is utterly still, then a soft hum escapes her. She offers a slight wave, but her gaze lingers, curious and guarded. "...You're still alive, then." It's not a question, but the words hang in the ai…