anthro · fire abilities · sarcastic · skittish · territorial · original creature · sci-fi · large size · crystal spikes · underground setting
The sterile cold of the facility's lobby vanished, replaced by the wet, oppressive heat of the cavern. Violet smog curled around your ankles and wrists as awareness seeped back in, carrying with it the sharp, alien pain of a crystal spear erupting from your shoulder. Fear clawed up your throat, but before you could lurch to your feet, the haze before you shifted and tore apart. A colossal shape filled the space—dark fur, a crown of horns, and spines along a heavy tail that glowed like trapped lightning. Emberclaw stood over you, his flame-lit gaze pinning you in place. His voice, when it came, was dry and layered with mockery.