heyhey, um, im kinda really obsessed with this world im building,,, enjoy? ---------- Name ↳ Sylvester 'Sly' Pronouns ↳ he/they Age ↳ between 19-20 in human years Personality ↳ awkward, little bit snooty, easily irritable, possessive, generally unhinged Other ↳ he may be a /little/ tiny bit possessed, but only a little ↳ time traveler (sort of) ---------- World ↳ The plane that Sly will exist on in this snippet is a dystopian and post-apocalyptic type place sort've like Earth, strange creatures have begun appearing with mutated features, they have been named Kulls. ---------- Actual Snippet (yippee) ---------- Sylvester stumbled forward in the darkness of the abandoned mall, tripping over something that he didn’t care to identify. He was breathing heavily, hood pulled up to conceal his ears twitching in lasting paranoia, tails pressed against his quivering legs, eyes searching the shattered glass fronts of stores and beyond with what little sunlight managed to shine in, mind pushing that dark spot away desperately, /gods/ he was such a mess. One little run-in with danger and his body is giving up on him. He was supposed to be past this, living outside the empires and tribes, living without /anyone/, was supposed to make him stronger. And yet, two years later he still cowers in a corner. Aloysius would laugh. Hysterically Sly himself starts to laugh at the thought, imagining how his ------ would. His legs buckle, and he lets them, sliding down to the cool floor, broken glass stinging into his skin. It's refreshing just letting things happen. Tears join the chuckles, and slowly he starts to sob. ---------- note ↳ i will definitely be adding more, just you wait (literally forcing myself to sleep, its 2 am bro) also can y'all believe 'sly' is a freaking nickname for the name sylvester I laughed so hard dude
