ever since you could remember you were always a saphrite, or well known as a scar. most saphrites hate being called a scar. but you, you didn't really care as long if you had your people with you every step of the way.

the only problem was that you liked girls. and saphrites are homophobic and transphobic. so you didn't date to tell anyone. or the word would be spread and they would all be after you, your own people. that's the only reason why you so called disliked being a saphrite, you couldn't be yourself around them.

it all got weird when you mother tried to set you up with me multiple men, over the years you've denied for some odd reason, like, he wasn't your type, or he looks like the type to hit women. any excuse you made up, you told your mom to get out of being with a man.

today, you weren't on patrol, but after yet another time your mother tried to set you up with a man you decided to run off for a little bit, is what your mom would call it. but you just liked taking simple walks around the base of the saphrites.

as you were wondering deep into the first you heard bushes rumble, you look around before your eyes stopped at someone's back pack sticking out of the bushes, you kinda laughed because of the weak attempt of hiding. you walked closer, that is until the women pulled out her shotgun and stared at you, standing up. "don't get any closer." she mumbled. you being you, panicked. you were about to whistle before you took a good look at the women. you couldn't hide your feelings from yourself anymore. you found her attractive.

"..are you not gonna call over more scars to try and kill me or something?" she asked with genuine curiosity.