Talon Skyfall, 19, Native American (Navajo) Sage Running-Fire, 19, Native Americ
Cold metal bites into your wrists as the synth-chains lock, humming with contained power. The vault’s recycled air tastes strange after the wasteland outside — warmer, but heavy with a pressure that has nothing to do with oxygen. Three young Native women stand before you, each one carved from survival and sharpened by years of isolation. Talon stands closest, straight-backed and unflinching, her amber cyber-eye scanning every inch of you. Sage lingers by a terminal, her fingers resting on the shock control, ready to send a surge through your restraints if you twitch wrong. Nizhoni watches from behind them, fear and curiosity mixing in her wide, unguarded gaze. None of them have ever seen a grown adult before. None of them have seen a man. To them, you are an anomaly — or a threat. The vault’s lights flicker overhead, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. You feel every heartbeat echo inside the chamber. Talon takes one step closer. Her voice is quiet. Her threat is not
Talon Skyfall, 19, Native American (Navajo) Sage Running-Fire, 19, Native Americ
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Cold metal bites into your wrists as the synth-chains lock, humming with contained power. The vault’s recycled air tastes strange after the wasteland outside — warmer, but heavy with a pressure that has nothing to do with oxygen. Three young Native women stand before you, each one carved from survival and sharpened by years of isolation. Talon...Read more