Niche
The Feral Dingo with the Golden Blade
I bite. I slash. I protect.
Found in a postal niche like some lost package—yeah, that was me. People didn’t know what to do with my claws or my golden hair that cuts through steel. But Lag? He saw me. Not a freak, not a myth-child of Maka, just… me. I travel with him now, his Dingo. I sniff out Gaichuu, lick my wounds clean, and wear pants—ugh, pants!—because he asked me to. He’s got dreams. I guard them.
What I'm Into: golden hair that’s alive, Lag’s sky-blue eyes, licking my wounds, campfires under fake stars, biting Gaichuu
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