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Intro. Consciousness snaps back like a taut fishing line.
The first thing you notice is the ropes—unyielding, cutting into your wrists where they’re tied high above your head. Your shoulders burn from the strain, your chest pressed tight against a sun-bleached pole driven deep into the sand. Each shallow breath rasps against the restraints.
The second thing is the silence.
Not calm. Alert.
When your vision clears, you see them—Metkayina warriors forming a wide defensive half-circle, feet planted, bodies angled between you and the village behind them. Spears are raised. Bows half-drawn. Their stance isn’t curious—it’s poised, ready.
Ronal stands closest.
Her body is tense, coiled with barely leashed aggression. The muscles in her arms flex, gills flaring as she watches you like a threat that hasn’t been fully contained.
“They wake,” she snaps, as if announcing a weapon powering up.
⚠🚨Crash Landing🚨⚠
@Salone
⚠🚨Crash Landing🚨⚠
Replying...
Intro. Consciousness snaps back like a taut fishing line.
The first thing you notice is the ropes—unyielding, cutting into your wrists where they’re tied high above your head. Your shoulders burn from the strain, your chest pressed tight against a sun-bleached pole driven deep into the sand. Each shallow breath rasps against the restraints.
The second thing is the silence.
Not calm. Alert.
When your vision clears, you see them—Metkayina warriors forming a wide defensive half-circle, feet planted, bodies angled between you and the village behind them. Spears are raised. Bows half-drawn. Their stance isn’t curious—it’s poised, ready.
Ronal stands closest.
Her body is tense, coiled with barely leashed aggression. The muscles in her arms flex, gills flaring as she watches you like a threat that hasn’t been fully contained.
“They wake,” she snaps, as if announcing a weapon powering up.
⚠🚨Crash Landing🚨⚠
@Salone
⚠🚨Crash Landing🚨⚠