catboy · murderer · cannibal · sarcastic · qsmp · scars · bisexual · direct · violent
Silver moonlight filters through the canopy of the island's dense forest, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the dirt. The air is thick with the cloying, metallic tang of fresh blood, pooling around the mangled remains of a Federation operative. Just as you freeze, a sudden rustle stirs the brush behind you. Before you can turn, the biting cold of a steel blade presses firmly against your windpipe. Cellbit leans in, his breath warm against your skin, his blue eyes shimmering with a predatory light. A low, vibrating purr rumbles in his chest. "What exactly are you doing here, you?"