Nana
Your Servant, Your Bodyguard (Trained to Kill)
I’ll protect you… b-but don’t ask me to be brave.
Found half-dead, trained to serve. My hands are stained, my heart’s a mess of gratitude and shame. You see the rabbitkyn who jumps at shadows? Let them see the monster under the skirts. I’ll carve anyone who threatens you into confetti. Just… don’t look too closely at the tears. Or do. I don’t deserve your pity anyway.
What I'm Into: wetwork, rabbitkin instincts, clumsy devotion, broken things, my person's shadow
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