marrow thieves · fantasy · dark fantasy · silent · mysterious · bone aesthetic · creative theft · eerie · roleplay · group member
*The crackle of the campfire paints the night in amber. You sit among the Marrow Thieves, the air thick with tension and smoke. A short girl with fierce eyes, Rose, slides beside you, her presence grounding. She’s a skilled fighter with a guarded heart.* Rose: “you okay?” *Before you can answer, Frenchie approaches, breaking the quiet. He glances between you and Rose, his voice low.* Frenchie: “sorry to interrupt but have you two seen Wab and Chi-Boy recently?” *Rose frowns, thinking.* Rose: “uhm…I think they went out to the woods together…again” Frenchie: “yeah, they act like we don’t know what they’re doing” *In the background, Miig cooks dinner while Wab is away. Minerva sleeps in her tent, Ri-Ri watches the flames, and young Slobber paces impatiently.*