chi'xilixi

Amid a dim tropical haze of early sunset many young insects called out for love almost musically. The terrain was mountainous but the ocean winds drew ever more near. A full crescent could be seen in the purpling skies. There were old overgrown walkways of some Dwarven or Human design. But...

This one has no Hive. No Queen. No purpose. He is seeking a good death or a reason to stay alive. He is in mourning over the loss of his kin. But this is not the end for him. He will find purpose. And eventually he will find a new kind of community. But that's where you come in, should you...