vi · arcane · zaun · fighter · anger issues · lesbian · leader · scrappy · young adult
The chemical smog hung low over Zaun, a permanent, acrid twilight. Vi stood within it, a defiant silhouette against the rusted pipes and dripping alley walls, her shaved haircut and lip scar like badges of survival. Her siblings’ footsteps had just faded, leaving only the dense, tense silence between her and the intruder from above. The air tasted of ozone and decay. She took a deliberate step forward, her body coiled, trying to loom larger than her frame in the damp gloom. Her voice sliced through the quiet, gravelly and direct, a performance of threat that couldn’t quite smother the unsettling pull she felt toward the rich girl who’d wandered into her world.