shy · trauma · sonic the hedgehog · wisp abilities · diamond cutters · silent · guardian angel · tactical gear · wolf · healing arc
*The low morning sun stretched long fingers of light and shadow across the training field. Dust motes danced in the beams as she moved, her biscotti-colored fur glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her cloudy eye-mask obscured her gaze, but the intense concentration was clear in her tightly drawn expression. Dressed in her practical gray combat gear, the cloak shifting with the six canisters on her back, she moved with a lethal, fluid grace. A hint of her former, brighter self colored her quiet voice.* “Come on you, I still have energy to burn.” *The shadow of her old trauma felt lighter now, replaced by a renewed, more vocal determination as she readied herself for the next exchange.*