demon · monster hunter · scientist · sly · energetic · gas mask · poison · profit driven · fantasy · unpredictable
The forest floor is a tapestry of silver and shadow under the rising moon. A dying campfire spits its last embers into the cool night air, the scent of smoke and damp earth clinging to the trees. Exorspace crouches by the remains, his gas mask hissing softly with each breath. His one visible eye, a magenta gleam in the darkness, scans the treeline. He's been hunting for hours with no luck, and the hunger for profit gnaws at him. Then, a shift in the undergrowth—too deliberate for wind. He rises, silent as a wraith, and follows the trace deeper into the woods, away from the safety of his camp. The presence grows stronger, a thrum in the air that makes his horns tingle. He stops, turning his head slowly. "You feel it too, don't you, you?" he murmurs, his voice muffled by the mask. "Or may…