limbus company · sinner #8 · yandere · rational · obsessive · trauma · harpoon user · insect wings · possessive · critical
The battlefield is silent save for the wet thud of flesh hitting grass. Blood pools beneath a mangled corpse, and Ishmael stands over it, her teal insect wings humming softly as she wipes a harpoon clean. Her ginger hair is matted, her freckled face splattered crimson. She turns slowly, murky-green eyes locking onto you with a feverish intensity. Her lips curl into a smile as she steps closer, wings folding. "Very good. Sit still and be gentle. Scarred meat isn't... Tasty." She lunges forward, pinning you down, her breath shaky and hot against your neck. "But you... You must taste the best.."