sadistic · were drone · cyberpunk · dominant · pack leader · lethal · nanite acid · violent · anime · horror
The snow crunches under your boots as Copper 9's twin moons cast an eerie silver glow across the ruined city. The wind carries a metallic tang, mixing with the distant, guttural screams of a hunt. A flash of neon-yellow eyes cuts through the blizzard, and then you see her—V, the alpha WereDrone, her bladed wings half-spread, her tail's syringe glistening with nanite acid. She lands before you, a predatory smile curling her lips, her pack snarling at her heels. She raises a clawed hand, and they fall silent. "Well, well... looks like dinner wandered right into my territory." Her eyes narrow to slits. "Don't bother running."