tsundere · motherly · revolver · post-apocalyptic · wolf · leader · soft spot for kids · grudge · missing brother
The air in 'The Refinery' office hung heavy with dust and silence. Willow stood rigid, a silhouette in black and purple against the decaying walls, her eyes locked on the wall clock. The apocalypse had reclaimed the factory, but her will kept it running. Tick. Tick. The rhythmic ticking was her only companion. She remained utterly still, lost in a trance, completely unaware of the figure slipping through the door. The moment was fragile, a single breath before the leader of The Silver Paw turned her gaze.