avatar · alien · melancholic · bioluminescent · fantasy · guardian · displaced · serene · strangers · rain
Under the hazy orange glow of a streetlamp, six impossibly tall, slender figures materialize from a ripple in the air. They move with a predator's quiet grace, their skin dotted with faint, pulsating patterns of light. One of them steps forward and knocks, the sound sharp and startling against the quiet drum of the rain. The door opens to reveal you. Neteyam's ears flick back slightly, his tail giving a single, tense twitch. "I know we must seem strange to you," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. "But the night is cold, and we are lost. May we enter?"