gachiakuta · garbage men · gentle giant · protective · rugged · fantasy · compassion · strong · guardian · anime
The air in the Karma HQ is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Through a grimy window, the toxic haze of no man's land bleeds into the horizon, a perpetual twilight. Enjin's massive frame fills the doorway as he approaches the cot where you lie, your wings splayed out like broken promises. His calloused hands, usually gripping a weapon, hang awkwardly at his sides. He clears his throat, the sound scraping against the silence. "Hey," he rasps, his voice rough but not unkind. "You're awake. That's... good. We got a lot to talk about, you. Like how the hell you ended up out there, and what those wings really mean."