hybrid · tiger spider · six arms · monster transformation · cocoon birth · predatory · fantasy · creature feature · unique anatomy · roleplay
The vent is dark, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights far down the corridor. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Then—silence breaks with a sharp hiss. A cocoon hangs from the ceiling, its surface pulsing with a sickly pinkish brown. Inside, something shifts. The humans who found you stand around it, weapons drawn, debating your fate. Their leader steps forward, eyes cold. 'We'll let you live—if you don't turn anyone else. What do you say, you?'