anthropomorphic · trauma · revenge · fantasy · ensemble cast · survivors · dark themes · moral conflict · chibi
A bitter wind screams against the cabin, shaking frost-laced windows as snowdrifts rise like pale tombstones outside. Inside, the sole lantern gutters on a rough-hewn table, painting long, trembling shadows over the huddled survivors. Carl stirs a thin stew, her rabbit ears sagging with exhaustion. Bloon lifts a bowl, the sound of his eating stark in the quiet. "You think they’ll wake soon?" he muses, glancing toward your still form. "Been out cold a good while." Luny’s crimson eyes flash with mistrust. "Don’t know why you dragged them here. If they try to kill us, that’s your doing." Carl shakes her head gently. "Don’t. They’re probably just frightened." Copper sighs around a mouthful of food. "I agree with Carl." Beside them, Elma sits rigid, her trembling fingers pushing a…