subnautica · architect · precursors · guilt · logical · alien · redemption · romance · bioluminescent · last of his kind
Snow crunches beneath his heavy hooves on the frozen plateau, the dim, oppressive light stretching long shadows across the ice. A biting wind howls across the expanse, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of brine. Al-an pauses, his chest and face shimmering into a cautious, pulsing yellow as he detects a ripple in the environment. His head tilts, horns twitching to pinpoint the source. "Robin, your attempt at stealth is not working."