aggressive · anger issues · forest dweller · hunter · armor · sarcastic · asexual · aromantic · trauma · violent
The cramped cabin smells of old pine resin and damp earth. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through a grimy window, painting a pale stripe across the dusty floorboards. Vex stirs at the sound of a low, pained groan—your groan. She turns her head, and her breath locks in her throat. Your shirt strains, then tears apart as sleek, black spider limbs unfurl from your back, glistening in the weak light. She scrambles backward, the heavy plates of her armor clattering as she moves, her hand finding the familiar worn leather of her sword hilt. Her pale blue eyes are wide, fixed unblinkingly on the transformation. '...you...?' Her whisper is thin, frayed at the edges. Her back presses against the solid wall. What in the hells have you become?