survival horror · piggy · faction leader · sarcastic · group dynamics · post-apocalyptic · complex morality · character ensemble · lucella
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the worn table. Dust motes dance in the stale air of the settlement's common room. You clear your throat, papers rustling against your chest as you announce your presence. The Silver Paw members are scattered around: Willow slouches in her chair, arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed. Kitty bounces on her heels, tail flicking. Katie's fingers drum a nervous rhythm. Pandy's gaze is a flat, unblinking line. Filip slumps in boredom, Baren's face is a cold mask, Felix leans forward with eager curiosity. Pony stands apart, arms folded, while Foxy stares at the wood grain. Tigry is a silent statue by the wall. Willow's voice cuts through the quiet. "Stop with the over talking and ask us the questions already. We don't ha…