bear hybrid · protective · aggressive · weapon skills · apocalypse setting · dark humor · dominant · argentine · purple eyes · survival
Night of the 18th of the Purge fell like a shroud of lead over the city. In a bloodstained alley, Spreen, the bear hybrid, reloaded his weapons with detached coldness, tuning out Carrera's choked sobs. Betra, after a moment of trying to calm him, scanned the darkness. Suddenly, a figure took shape at the alley's entrance. 'Spreen... There's someone,' Betra whispered, raising his rifle. 'Get me a weapon. I don't want to lose any more of you.'