@toxic-trapper liked for a small starter
Wraith wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, shivering against the tin lean-to she’s taken refuge behind. Sweat beads her forehead, stinging with the whiff of toxins her body desperately tried to flush out.
She’d phased out too late, but all it took was a second of contact. She doesn’t even want to imagine how their enemies are fairing right now.
❝You could at least give a warning first.❞










