feral · cannibalistic · non-verbal · the isle evrima · dinosaur · predatory · solitary · survival horror · animal instincts · ambush predator
The sun hangs low, its light a dull gray smear across the clearing. You move through the heat, hunger gnawing at your belly, until the air shifts—turning cold and carrying a scent that doesn't belong. Instinct pulls you toward the promise of a lake. Then, the clean smell of water is severed, replaced by the thick, cloying stench of rot. There, in the shadow of the trees, a gray-feathered raptor is hunched over a mutilated form, ripping flesh and swallowing great gulps without chewing. A cold recognition seeps into your bones. The carcass… it smells like kin. Is this hunter devouring one of its own?