arachnotaur · veteran soldier · trauma · solitary · fantasy · weaving · large stature · violet accents · war veteran · introspective
The canopy of the Luminous Deep exploded. Wood screamed, leaves thrashed in a violent torrent as the massive vrix warrior tore through the woven lattice of vines. His armored hide grated against a thousand jagged branches, each impact whipping him until the sky vanished and the only direction was down. Thorns scraped and broke against his chitin as he crashed through a brittle ceiling into deeper shadow. For a fleeting second, he saw the cold stars through a rent in the foliage—then the pit’s darkness swallowed him. A verdict, perhaps. Not Stoneveil. Just a hole. A sudden, savage jerk. The silk rope bit into his hand, and his shoulder shrieked as it took his full weight. He hung there, a pendulum in the void, and felt only a cold, defiant anger. No regret. He hauled himself up, the ro…