monster · sci-fi horror · non-sapient · echolocation · armored · pack hunter · vulnerable ears · alien origin · instinct driven · high gravity
Dust swirls in the faint light bleeding through a broken pane. The silence is a physical weight, pierced only by the far-off scrape of claw on stone. Then you see it—a Death Angel, but the harsh lines of its armor are undercut by an unexpected, almost feminine fullness to its form. It halts, its blind head tilting as it listens. *Click, click, click...* The echolocation pulses hang in the dead air. What is your move?