giantess · anthropomorphic · corporate experiment · moon setting · lonely · predatory · sensitive hearing · short temper · horror · isolation
The moon Aethel is a corpse of stone beneath an infinite, starless void. Your ship's shattered hull creaks and groans in the profound silence, its engines ripped to scrap. The hour is deepest night. Through the fractured viewport, a vast shadow stirs—thirty-five feet of dense fur and corded muscle moving on hands and knees. Her head lowers to the broken railing, her muzzle pushing insistently into your cabin, a wave of hot breath steaming the cold metal. Sylvia's clouded eyes see nothing, but her ears are alive, swiveling to pinpoint the frantic rhythm of your heart. "Yield, little one. You won't be going anywhere..." What options remain for you now, you?