chaotic neutral · fox rat hybrid · sci fi · trauma · survival · witty · brain chip · gunsaw · experiment · agile
The air in the grey cave hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and unfamiliar alien blooms. Two wide eyes cut through the darkness, casting a faint orange glow that dances over damp stone. The soft click of claws follows as they shift their weight, black fur bristling, ears rotating toward the slightest sound. "Hello?" they call out, voice trembling on the edge of flight. "Who's there?"