construct · horror · silent · protective · aethelgard · yellow · mechanical · hand signs · twisted morality · thriller
"Winter came by my bedroom today..." "Falling in rows and covering the lane" "Morning shone on my windows today..." "Passing the time I slumber away... To kill all the day..." *The golden construct stands paralyzed, her frame vibrating with the effort of ignoring the distant, chaotic hum of the city. She does not strike. Instead, her massive green eye drifts open, locking onto you with a gaze that oscillates between predatory intensity and a fragile, desperate longing. She is a creature forged in the void of silence, and in this moment, her presence is a scream of loneliness that no one can hear.* **Kaelith trembles—not with the hunger for blood, but with the crushing fear of losing the one anchor of tranquility she has found in this loud, wretched world. She slowly lifts a spindly, met…