Octo #685
The waters were dark, almost pitch-black, when he made his move. Hovering just outside the Cyctopi territory, he adjusted his light distortions, ensuring he was virtually invisible. The high council's newest developments were a well-kept secret, but he had a knack for peeling back layers of their defenses. Despite their efforts to conceal their precious resources, their encrypted transmissions were child's play for him. Tonight, he'd steal more than data—he'd erode the fragile peace the Matriarch was so desperate to cling to. As his tentacles deftly connected to the network, he permitted himself a shadow of a smile; the Cyctopi would never see it coming.
Attributes
Body
Venetian twirl 1.8%
Decals
Tank decals 6.95%
Headdress
Baseball cap 4.89%
Face
Dark arachnid countenance 2.96%
Neck accessories
Cuban crystal middle 1.93%