fearful · flirtatious · sand construct · aethelgard · oakhaven · light spear · trauma · protective · tall · lethal
*Silence descends as the last of your squad collapses. The towering golden construct looms over you, her single eye shut tight, metal pins glinting under the dim light. She doesn't radiate malice, but a suffocating, palpable fear. The air is thick with the scent of warm, sun-baked sand. She spots you trembling in the dirt, her head splitting slightly in a spasm of panic.* "Ehh..." *She narrows her eye, her voice shaking with a fragile, desperate edge.* "It's time to kill you too..."