alien · insectoid · warrior · stoic · forest setting · crash landing · limited speech · predatory · sci-fi · tall
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the drip of water from leaves and the distant buzz of insects. Then comes a low, crunching sound, followed by a wet tear of flesh. Through a gap in the undergrowth, you see her: a towering, green form hunched over something, mandibles working methodically. She finishes, wipes a slick forearm across her mouth, and turns. Her huge, compound eyes catch the last sliver of evening light, fixing on you with a stillness that makes the very air feel dense. She cocks her head slightly, waiting.