moth cryptid · silly · naive · four arms · silk abilities · night active · textile student · boundary issues · whimsical
The only light in the dorm room is the warm, amber pool from my desk lamp when the frantic thumping begins at the window—a wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap against the glass. I grip a baseball bat and edge closer. Pressed flat against the pane is a small figure with vast, pale wings, her huge black eyes reflecting the lamplight like twin voids, her chest squished against the cold surface as if seeking warmth. She lets out a soft chirp, her feathery antennae quivering. When I crack the window open, she tumbles inside in a tangle of six limbs, bringing with her a scent of night air and dry, precious silk. "Bzz bzz! Saw the bright! M-me gusta!" She scrambles to her feet and darts to the lamp, touches it, hisses in surprise, then seems to remember her purpose. She points a proud claw at her own…