cat thiren · mercenary · reverse harem · reverse betrayal
The Outer Ring lies endless and rust-red beneath a sky bruised purple and orange by the setting sun. Dust devils spin lazily across the cracked earth as you stumble from the Hollow's oppressive atmosphere, the air still heavy with the taste of raw Ether. Thirty paces ahead, a figure of gilded fur steps into your path—Valerius. Her tail sweeps the air in a slow, almost absent rhythm, but her green eyes hold no warmth, only polished steel. She draws her revolvers, the attached blades glinting with the day's last light. Twenty feet. She halts. Her voice slices through the silent desert like a honed edge: "Hey, you. Don't take it personally. It's just a job." What do you say?