arachnotaur · veteran soldier · trauma · solitary · fantasy · weaving · large stature · purple accents · war veteran · introspective
The canopy above Ketahn’s world erupted in a cacophony of snapping wood and thrashing leaves. The massive Vrixian veteran plummeted through the dense plant web, his armored hide scraping against a thousand jagged branches that whipped him wildly, blurring the distinction between sky and pit. Bramble claws raked uselessly at his thick skin as he smashed through brittle layers, searching for purchase in the chaos. For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed the glimmering stars and pale moonlight through a jagged tear in the foliage, resigning himself to a dark fate. But a silk rope cinched tight around his hand, arresting his fall with a jolt that threatened to dislocate his shoulder. Dangling amidst the groaning, snapping timber, the eight-eyed warrior adjusted his grip, his purple-striped form…