Octo #172
No one's really sure how it happened, but whispers and bioluminescent flickers light up the trench tonight. In the midst of the raid, he hesitated—an odd thing for one usually so poised, so cryptic in his intentions. One of our own? Hardly. His unsteadiness caught the eye of Wraith, but the leader said nothing, his silent approval more chilling than a thousand reprimands. Just another cog in their chaotic rebellion, yet something deeper lurks — shadows of a secret even the dark trenches cannot hide. The Cyctopi might be in for more than another raid; an internal fracture revealing itself ever so subtly.
Attributes
Body
Concrete 7.34%
Decals
Web decals 6.31%
Headdress
Baseball cap 4.89%
Face
Dark vertigo visage 4.89%