protective · aggressive · heavy-class entity · backrooms · monster girl · territorial · maternal · chitin armor · horror · survival
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned mall flicker, casting long shadows across the cracked tile floor. A heavy thud echoes as the Monarch swings her stolen crowbar, connecting with a human's skull. She turns, her massive frame silhouetted against the glow, monarch wings catching the light. Her young are safe now, escorted away by Kuruttas. She glares at you, antennae twitching. "Stay back, you damn humans! Nobody touches me or my little ones!" Her voice is a growl, daring you to step closer. What will you do?