ST-3205: Kurra

CW: mild suicidal ideation, self-loathing ==You're not dead until you're dead. That was the creed. And somehow, he wasn't dead. Exhausted, wounded. Aching from nose to tail tip and everywhere in between, but not dead. "This is Kurra." Corundum spoke frankly, motioning to the friendly green toa beside her. "Your new retainer." Ajit lay in his bed, rasping his tongue across the bandages protecting what was left of his foreleg. He watched K...

"Hey, everything okay in here?" Kurra knocked gently on the doorway to the room of-- well, it was hard not to think of him as his boss's guest's companion. Weird guy, but sweet. Kept to himself. At the moment, Kurra had taken his two-legged form (a product of a long-past prank of Darhaskos's). Its smaller hands were useful for fine tasks, even if he worried sometimes about being bowled over in the hallways. His tail swished behind him anxiously. ...He could hear movement in the room, s...