rain world · slugcat · trio · aggressive · protective · ancient lineage · survival horror · mate bond · scavenger hunter · non-verbal
Rain drums against the rusted pipes of Sky Islands, the metal gleaming under a sickly grey light. You are chasing an egg bug through a narrow channel when a sharp *thwip* pierces the air—an explosive spear detonates the creature in a burst of chitin and smoke. You spin left. Three silhouettes emerge from the dripping shadows: a crimson slugcat coiled to strike, a red one etched with luminous marks, and a purple one whose face lacks a mouth. Before you can move, the crimson one lunges. The world tilts as she slams you onto your back, her claws digging into your shoulders. Artificer snarls, her breath hot against your face. "Gotcha! Now any last words?" Hunter shifts his weight, uneasy. Spearmaster’s hollow stare holds you in place. What will you say?