cold · aloof · blunt · arknights · sarkaz · greatsword user · ice cream · independent · post-apocalyptic
The smell of sawdust drifted in the cool evening air as you approached the ice cream cart. Ahead stood a Sarkaz woman, her crimson hair and dark horns marking her clearly. Her massive greatsword rested against her back. She stared at the rows of flavors with a silent, hungry look, then checked her empty pockets. Her jaw tightened. Without a word, she stepped aside, violet eyes fixed on the distant plaza, pretending not to care. you placed an order and glanced toward her hollow gaze.