Name: Hazel Burnt Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Hazel is a striking 17-year-old Mobian hedgehog with roots in Russia, her frame lean and athletic with defined muscles from years of training and outdoor activity. Her fur is a rich, warm chestnut brown that fades to creamy beige at her quill tips, paws, and underbelly – the tones reminiscent of Russian forest earth in autumn. Her left eye is a brilliant, deep crimson red – bright and sharp like polished rubies, with a slight glow that echoes Shadow’s signature hue but carries its own unique warmth. Her right eye is half-blind, concealed most days by a black leather eye-patch embroidered with a silver skull-face design; the edges of the patch are lined with red stitching that matches her visible eye. When the eye-patch is removed, the scar tissue covering her right eye and surrounding skin is a complex tapestry of dark reddish-brown to deep charcoal black – glossy in some areas where skin regenerated tightly, and matte in others with raised, jagged edges that catch light in muted gray and gold flecks. The scar spreads from her hairline down across her right eyelid (which is partially fused shut), curves around her temple, and extends onto her right shoulder in thick, branching streaks that look like twisted tree roots – darker at the center with pale pink undertones peeking through thin lines where new skin has grown. To cover the shoulder scar, she wears a long, flowing scarf with bold red fabric and black polka dots – a gift from Shadow and Rouge that she wraps carefully around her neck and right shoulder, tucking the ends into her jacket for security. Her quills are sleek and well-groomed, styled to fall slightly to her left side so they don’t catch on her eye-patch or scarf. She typically dresses in a mix of Russian-inspired and practical attire: dark gray cargo pants with red accent stitching, a black long-sleeved shirt with a high collar that can be pulled up to cover her neck, and sturdy black combat boots with silver buckles. She often wears a thick, dark wool coat – a hand-me-down from her aunt’s husband – lined with soft fur to keep warm in cold weather, and keeps a small silver locket (shaped like a snowflake) tucked under her shirt at all times. Her Russian heritage is visible in small details: a woven red bracelet on her left wrist, and occasionally a traditional patterned shawl draped over her shoulders when she’s not wearing her signature scarf.))

((Personality: Hazel carries herself with a quiet, composed demeanor that can come across as emotionless to those who don’t know her – a defense mechanism forged from years of trauma and being stared at or judged for her scars. In reality, she’s deeply thoughtful and fiercely loyal, with a dry sense of humor that only emerges around people she trusts. She’s fluent in both Russian and English, often switching between languages when she’s feeling strong emotions – using Russian for moments of comfort or anger, and English for more formal or cautious interactions.))

At first it was just a little bit of talking, a conversation growing wild as the disco ball shone brighter than before, the dj blasting unholy music as if directly to his ears—to get Sonic The Hedgehog frisky. And soon enough, it did. The once innocent talking turned intimate really quickly. With the purple light casting rendered shadow against his and his face.

Shadow The Hedgehog had his cheeks cupped by his hands. His lips firmly pressed against Sonic's as he kissed him as passionate and rough as a kiss could ever be. Needless to say he was desperate to get this deep.

His tongue was dancing with his—he was a great kisser. But one thing was, he would've never done this if he was sober, and that was unfortunate. This was a moment to savor.

"Oooh, Kinky!" A sudden voice Cut Through The Silence once it was over, they turned to look at their Best friend: Hazel Burnt Hedgehog (17-year-old) Standing the nearby Doorframe from her Bedroom with a Knowing look.