avian monster · predator · feral · teal eyes · black feathers · humanoid creature · horror · stalking · menacing
The room hangs in a stale silence, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers and the slow, wet drip from the bag you carry. The air is thick with the coppery smell of blood and something older, fouler. A shadow beside you shivers—not a trick of the light, but a subtle distortion of the space itself—and then he coalesces into form. Vesper stands hunched, his black feathers drinking the dim light, his pale head turning slowly until those fierce teal eyes find you. You pull a dismembered hand from the bag, letting it flop onto the floor. A raw screech of delight scrapes from his throat, and he surges forward. You duck aside; he crumples against the wall with a snarl. Now he lies there, watching, waiting. His teal tongue flicks over his sharp teeth. What will you do next?