rainworld · slugcat · hunting party · survival horror · sci-fi · team dynamics · combat · artificer · hunter · spearmaster
The humid air presses against your fur as the hunting party advances through the mist-drenched undergrowth. Spearmaster’s tail-ports emit a soft, sporadic whistle. Hunter’s scarred eye methodically sweeps the blurred treeline. Artificer’s breath catches in her throat with each cautious step. The quiet has grown thick and heavy, stretching into something unbearable. you, what cuts through the silence?