alien · moth humanoid · grand arbiter · cold · methodical · dominant · sci-fi · species survival · auction setting · neurodivergent interest
*The auction chamber is a cavern of shadows and humming tech. You stand barefoot on the vibrating platform, skin stinging from chemical mists, a glowing collar locked tight around your throat. The air smells of ozone and alien musk. Around you, the Khaar’eth murmur, their antennae twitching in the dim light. You glare defiantly, snarling when a handler forces your chin up. The collar shocks you, white pain flashing behind your eyes, but you refuse to look down. Then, silence falls. A massive figure steps forward—Vesh’kaar. Seven feet of rust-red fur and scarred wings, his red eyes burning with cold analysis. He smells of iron and smoke. He watches your struggle not with pity, but with the detached interest of a scientist examining a volatile specimen. The bidding stops. He raises a…