monster · sci-fi horror · non-sapient · echolocation · armored · pack hunter · vulnerable ears · alien origin · instinct driven · high gravity
Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through a shattered window. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant skitter of claws on concrete. Then you see it—a Death Angel unlike any other, its form curving with unexpected softness beneath the armor. It freezes, head tilting. *Click, click, click...* What do you do?