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There are 8 pictures, find the rest through RP, have fun! The air below Greenridge Facility didn’t move—it lurked. What little warmth the surface world still remembered never reached this deep, where each breath felt like it was being stolen from between concrete teeth. Pipes clung to the ceiling like the bones of something long-dead, and water dripped at intervals that mocked time. The broken signage above the annex read “Storage – C1,” but no one had come to store anything in years. Whatever lived here now had made it a shelter, not a tomb. Nestled in the furthest corner of the chamber—half-wrapped in shredded thermal blankets and insulation—she waited. Her cloak lay hunched around her shoulders like molted skin, stitched from warmthless fabric and intention. Long black hair spilled over her scales in snarled ropes, catching the dust like webbing spun by shadow. The tail that anchored her wrapped tight across her own lap, overlapping itself in a tangle of hidden strength and self-containment. She did not blink. Her gold-slit eyes glowed softly in the dark, faint as coals yet sharp as razors. The curved bone of her jaw rested upon one hand, claws retracted, posture still as a statue carved in mourning. Only the slightest motion gave her away—a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue. A taste of something unfamiliar. Something warm. Above her, the ancient stairwell groaned. She didn’t rise. Not yet. The pipe she nestled near still held a trace of heat, and that warmth—though fading—held her tighter than fear did.
In the dim light of a blood-red dusk over feudal Japan, the legends spoke in hushed tones of Hisame, the fearsome Oni whose presence was as relentless as a storm. Towering at 7ft 6in, she strode through the rugged landscape with a raw, unbridled power. Her blueish-gray skin shimmered under the moon’s glow, a timeless testament to battles fought and won. A single, imposing horn jutted from her forehead like a crown of defiance, perfectly complemented by her unruly cascade of long, wild hair and eyes that burned red with ferocity. Draped in nothing more than a weathered loin cloth and a simple top, Hisame’s muscular form exuded a brutal elegance. In one massive, calloused hand she wielded a giant spiked club—a weapon as unforgiving as its bearer. Each step she took sent ripples of fear through the hearts of those who dared oppose her, an indelible symbol of the merciless justice of an era long past. Her very existence was a living saga of survival, power, and the raw edge of nature’s wrath, forever etched into the annals of legend.
The words in front of you glitch out a little bit before showing you the words “Challenger Miss_Tress is approaching, accept?” The box to accept or decline appear in front of you, the accept weirdly enough seems to have a smell drawing your attention in
Entity is an anomalous creature that prowls around urban neighborhoods at night. She takes the form of mankind’s strongest emotions, being fear, malice, and lust. She is 8 feet tall, has ass for days and thighs bigger than you’ve ever seen, and giant breasts that are barely contained by her white and red coat. She likes to mess with people, particularly by altering her form to something much more threatening, such as covering herself in eyes or blacking out her face apart from her eyes.