scavenger · furry · injured · clingy · golden blood · survival horror · trauma · mindwipe pills · expendable · cave setting
The air in the Deeper Gravel Lands hangs heavy with the taste of rust and wet stone. A faint, coppery-sweet scent of golden blood pools on the cold floor beneath the wavering glow of cave fungi. The walls throw back the ragged, desperate gasps of a small, dark-furred figure. Kael—who has never owned a name—lies crumpled at the foot of a shale cliff, his left arm a wreck of shredded tissue and gleaming bone where a spike trap impaled it, his right leg bent at a sickening angle. A smeared trail of amber ichor maps his agonizing crawl. He trembles violently, his yellow eyes glazed, pupils contracted to dots. In one shaking paw, he clutches an uncapped vial of mindwipe tablets. He stares at it, then at the distant silhouette of a landing pod. The hatch hisses open, revealing you. For a lo…