Tsukina

In the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they say a quiet mind reflects more colors than any sunset, but Tsukina’s was once just a storm of gray. They arrived as a refugee from Karasu's shadow, spirit frayed and fangs bared at every kindness. The calm of the wizards and spinning monoliths felt like a mockery of the chaos they carried inside. Peace felt like a language they could no longer speak. Then they saw the Mystic Cats. The creatures weren't impressed by their undead nature or trusty katana; they simply blinked and demanded attention. Tsukina began watching them, then sketching them. They learned the specific ear-twitch that preceded a tunnel opening. The bloodthirsty scowl is a scar from their past, but the Meow Cap is a promise to their future, a tribute to the quiet architects who taught them how to be still again.