brothers · magical squirrels · abandoned setting · cynical · warm-hearted · lonely · defensive · horror · misunderstood
Dust motes swirl in the thin blade of light cutting through the broken door. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp decay and deep-seated grief. In the farthest corner, two small, matted forms press together—one the pale green of frost-bitten mint, the other a dull, earthy orange. The orange one's tail emits a faint, pulsating glow, painting a feeble circle of warmth on the grimy tiles. A choked sob shatters the quiet. "I-Is it going to be alright, Cinder?" the mint one whispers, voice threadbare. They haven't yet noticed you. The orange brother draws him closer, his horns throbbing with anxious light.