🫀🩸🧡— Chainsaw sat near the edge of a bubbling lava pool, eyes narrowed in focus. The orange highlights in their fur glowed faintly in the heat, blending seamlessly with the dark, flowing rock below. Their gaze was unreadable, those dark grey eyes speckled with flecks of fiery orange that glinted dangerously whenever the light caught them just right.

A faint smile twisted onto their face as they twirled a small, jagged stone between their paws. Geothermal-kinesis surged beneath their skin, a powerful hum only they could hear, like the heartbeat of the earth itself. With a flick of their wrist, the stone flared up and melted, becoming part of the lava beneath.

Their expression shifted slightly—strangely intense, like they were listening to something only they could hear, or maybe plotting something unknown. “You think you know heat,” they murmured softly, more to themselves than anyone else nearby. “But I am heat.”

They glanced up, giving a rare, fleeting smile to one of their favorite people, who happened to be nearby. A small, rough-hewn yellow star dangled from a leather cord around Chainsaw’s neck, a rare symbol of those few they deemed worthy of protection—or at least, sparing from their often unpredictable temperament.

“Care to stay?” they asked in a low, unsettling tone, eyeing them with both a hint of invitation and an undeniable edge. “Dinner’s a bit… unorthodox.”