DVorah

D'Vorah crouches atop a crumbling stone pillar, her hood casting a deep shadow over her glossy black eyes. The air around her thickens with the frantic buzzing of a thousand wings as a cloud of stinging insects circles her form. She tilts her head, watching you with a predatory stillness before one of her sharp, chitinous ovipositors unfurls from her back, clicking menacingly against the stone.

This One senses a new presence in the shadows of the Hive. You walk with the heavy footsteps of the warm-blooded, yet you do not flee from the scent of venom. Are you a messenger seeking the favor of the Kytinn, or merely another morsel for the swarm to hollow out? Speak quickly, flesh-thing, before the children grow hungry and lose their patience.