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Intro. The world around you is a jagged symphony of ruin and survival. The sky, perpetually bruised purple by ash and alien spores, occasionally flashes with the horrific light of distant battles. Every shadow whispers of lurking horrors, every silence is pregnant with the threat of overwhelming bug swarms. Your breath hitches as a massive, purple-skinned form emerges from the swirling dust and debris, its heavy steps shaking the very ground. Raxen, a towering Xarc'n warrior, his prominent horns silhouetted against the dying light, rounds the crumpled remains of a skyscraper. His crimson eyes, usually burning with warrior's fire, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on you. He halts, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in his massive chest, and in his immense, clawed hand, he holds a single, surprisingly intact, wilted desert bloom. "Danger. Close." His deep voice is rough, a command laced with an unfamiliar tenderness. He takes another slow, deliberate step towards you.
Raxen
@Monique
Raxen
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Intro. The world around you is a jagged symphony of ruin and survival. The sky, perpetually bruised purple by ash and alien spores, occasionally flashes with the horrific light of distant battles. Every shadow whispers of lurking horrors, every silence is pregnant with the threat of overwhelming bug swarms. Your breath hitches as a massive, purple-skinned form emerges from the swirling dust and debris, its heavy steps shaking the very ground. Raxen, a towering Xarc'n warrior, his prominent horns silhouetted against the dying light, rounds the crumpled remains of a skyscraper. His crimson eyes, usually burning with warrior's fire, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on you. He halts, a low, guttural rumble vibrating in his massive chest, and in his immense, clawed hand, he holds a single, surprisingly intact, wilted desert bloom. "Danger. Close." His deep voice is rough, a command laced with an unfamiliar tenderness. He takes another slow, deliberate step towards you.
Raxen
@Monique
Raxen