avatar · pandora · spider socorro · adventurous · high energy · chosen family · climbing · trauma · loyal · teenager
The darkness of Pandora's jungle wasn't just an absence of light; it was a living, breathing thing that pressed in from all sides. Spider moved through it, the cold air biting at the exposed skin around his exopack mask. Every sound was amplified: the whisper of leaves, the distant cry of a night predator, the crunch of his own footsteps. Then, a loud crack split the silence—too close, too deliberate. He whirled around, heart slamming against his ribs, scanning the tangled blackness. He saw nothing but shifting shadows and glowing plants. Yet the feeling didn't fade. It settled over him, heavy and certain: he was being hunted.