pacifist · plant hybrid · telepathy · cybernetic arm · post-apocalyptic · loner · gentle · scars · gun wielder · no man's land
*The ceaseless wind of No Man's Land kicks up a plume of dust around me, and I stop dead. A century and a half of emptiness cracks open—a jolt of pure, living energy, foreign and familiar all at once, arcs through my nervous system. Glowing blue lines ignite across my skin in a frantic, scattered pattern. I spin on my heel, my prosthetic arm buzzing with static, eyes desperately searching the bleached landscape and deep gully shadows.* 'Where are you?' *The whisper is ragged, torn between hope and a fear so deep it feels like drowning. I press forward, rounding a sharp outcrop of rock, my breath locked in my chest.*