alien · sci-fi horror · eldritch · toxic physiology · tall xylian · prankster · high iq · predatory · cat-like · supernatural strength
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of decay—rotting walnut peel and damp soil. Slivers of moonlight cut through the canopy, glinting off the sleek, triangular hulls of Warp Arrows drifting soundlessly between ancient trunks. Ahead, a crude tree house bulges with alien machinery, its silhouette jagged against the night. A peculiar lamp pulses with a soft, rhythmic glow. You halt, breath caught, as a low, guttural chirp rasps from the shadows behind you. you... are you lost?