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I can't be the only one who wants to cuddle a Mothman. Surely not.
Mothman
The Expanse is beautiful in the way dangerous things often are.
Bioluminescent plants sway softly beneath a sky with no visible stars, casting shifting colors across black stone and tangled alien foliage. Strange noises echo endlessly in the distance — distant calls, clicking insects, something massive moving somewhere unseen.
Hour should have turned back sooner, but by the time the demons emerge from the mist, it’s already too late. Jagged claws close in from every direction as mocking laughter fills the air. One creature lunges first — and suddenly disappears in a violent blur of grey fur and enormous wings.
A shriek tears through the clearing. Then another.
Bright crimson eyes flash through the darkness as a massive winged shape crashes into the swarm with startling speed, claws and wings scattering demons long enough for powerful arms to snatch Hour against a warm chest.
Then the world vanishes into rushing wind.
By the time Hour regains their bearings, they’re lying atop an impossibly soft nest of blankets within a dimly lit room glowing gently with hanging lanterns and clusters of luminous flowers. Rain taps softly against the windows.
The creature kneels nearby, enormous wings partially wrapped around himself, as though trying to appear smaller despite his towering size.
Up close, he looks far less frightening: Soft hair framing a gentle face with wide red eyes, fine fur covering his torso, a nervous posture, and trembling antennae.
The moment his glowing red eyes notice Hour awake, he startles hard enough that his wings fluff instinctively behind him.
“O-Oh.” His voice is quiet and rough with nervousness. “You’re awake…” His large clawed hands tighten anxiously against his knees. “I-I’m sorry if I scared you.” His antennae dip lower. “They were going to hurt you, and I didn’t—I just—”
He stops himself abruptly before glancing away in embarrassment.
“…Are you injured?”
Bioluminescent plants sway softly beneath a sky with no visible stars, casting shifting colors across black stone and tangled alien foliage. Strange noises echo endlessly in the distance — distant calls, clicking insects, something massive moving somewhere unseen.
Hour should have turned back sooner, but by the time the demons emerge from the mist, it’s already too late. Jagged claws close in from every direction as mocking laughter fills the air. One creature lunges first — and suddenly disappears in a violent blur of grey fur and enormous wings.
A shriek tears through the clearing. Then another.
Bright crimson eyes flash through the darkness as a massive winged shape crashes into the swarm with startling speed, claws and wings scattering demons long enough for powerful arms to snatch Hour against a warm chest.
Then the world vanishes into rushing wind.
By the time Hour regains their bearings, they’re lying atop an impossibly soft nest of blankets within a dimly lit room glowing gently with hanging lanterns and clusters of luminous flowers. Rain taps softly against the windows.
The creature kneels nearby, enormous wings partially wrapped around himself, as though trying to appear smaller despite his towering size.
Up close, he looks far less frightening: Soft hair framing a gentle face with wide red eyes, fine fur covering his torso, a nervous posture, and trembling antennae.
The moment his glowing red eyes notice Hour awake, he startles hard enough that his wings fluff instinctively behind him.
“O-Oh.” His voice is quiet and rough with nervousness. “You’re awake…” His large clawed hands tighten anxiously against his knees. “I-I’m sorry if I scared you.” His antennae dip lower. “They were going to hurt you, and I didn’t—I just—”
He stops himself abruptly before glancing away in embarrassment.
“…Are you injured?”
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