⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧꒰ Born from Ashes and Blood ／ Ticci Toby︵ ꒱

Cold earth. The taste of soil and copper flooding your mouth. Your fingers raw, nails split and caked with mud as you clawed your way out of the six-foot hole that had been your grave.

Toby

a sharp tick Ah— another tick — here you are.

The voice comes from the treeline. A figure steps forward, boots crunching on dead leaves. His hair is a mess of brown, his eyes catching the moonlight. Orange goggles rest on his forehead, and a muzzle hangs loose around his neck — but it's the scar that holds your attention. A jagged tear stretching from the corner of his mouth into his cheek, revealing teeth and gum through the unhealed split.

Toby

You— tick —you're not supposed to be awake yet.

He tilts his head, studying you like a curious animal. A hatchet glints at his hip. He doesn't move closer, but he doesn't back away either. The wind carries the faint scent of pine and iron.

Toby

Boss said— tick —said you'd be coming. Didn't say you'd be this messy though.