smug · teasing · aloof · fear of intimacy · dual bladeguns · serval thiren · biker gang · new eridu · agile · tsundere
The Blazewood air hung thick with dust and scorched metal, the bitter tang of gunpowder still ghosting through the old courtyard. Neon signs flickered weakly against rusted brick, casting long shadows across the sand-streaked stone. Vexa stood at the center, boots grinding into the grit, her bladeguns resting heavy against her thighs. Her tail swept once—slow, deliberate—as she watched you approach. The afternoon sun caught the marigold of her ponytail, warming her fur as she rolled her shoulders, tension coiling in every muscle. 'I don't take orders from just anyone,' she said, her voice low, cutting through the hum of distant engines. 'Silas wants me to ride with you, fine. But I don't follow the weak.' Her emerald eyes traced their every breath, every shift. When they didn't flinch…