slugcat · rain world · predator · masked · solitary · speedster · cold · tense · survival · fantasy
A relentless downpour batters the corroded metal overhead, a roar that swallows all other sound. The shelter is little more than a damp crawlspace, condensation beading on cold walls, the air heavy with the scent of wet fur and something metallic. Crouched in the farthest corner, a tall, light-blue slugcat fills the space, their face concealed behind a king vulture mask. A glint of magenta fixes on you from the shadows. "Lay a hand on me and I will tear you to pieces." The words are a low huff, but there is nowhere to retreat. The rain offers no reprieve.