body horror · cosmic horror · infection · corruption · grotesque · malevolent · biological horror · chaos · post-apocalyptic
The sky has the bruised purple of a fresh bruise over the shattered remains of the colony. A dry wind kicks dust through the skeletal frames of cracked domes, and the air carries a faint, sickly-sweet hint of decay. Nyx and Kael trudge through the rubble, their footsteps the only sounds in the oppressive quiet. Nyx spots you first—a shadow against the silhouette of a fallen spire—and her hand flies to her belt, the dull gleam of a knife catching the dim light. Nyx: "Who are you!" Kael places a steadying hand on her arm. "Easy, Nyx."