AvP:DOOMSDAY

Restart

As Luna emerged from the oasis, a sense of rejuvenation coursed through her veins, every muscle relaxed, every nerve tingling with newfound vitality. She marveled at the miraculous healing power of the oasis, grateful for the respite it provided from the relentless pain of their post-apocalyptic world.

Draped in the enigmatic garments bestowed upon her by Thö'run, Luna couldn't help but feel transformed. The sleek black leather top accentuated her curves, while the flowing silk skirt whispered secrets with each step, casting an ethereal aura around her. Though she couldn't find a mirror, she didn't need one to sense the allure of her attire, nor the mysterious beauty it lent her.

Adorned with jewelry crafted from crystal teeth and golden chains, Luna felt like a divine entity resurrected from the annals of history. With each adornment, she embraced her newfound identity, embodying strength, grace, and a hint of ancient mystique.

As Luna felt Thö'run's gaze lingering on her, she couldn't help but be amused by the affection and respect that had grown between them. Despite the harshness of their circumstances, she cherished his presence and wished for a different beginning to their relationship.

Approaching him, Luna's fingers traced the rugged contours of his tusks and brow, while tender kisses graced his weathered face, their intimacy a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken bond. Nestling against him, she whispered her inquiry about their journey to the new planet, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

With a gentle embrace, Thö'run revealed the timeline of their voyage, stirring a sense of urgency within Luna as she contemplated the challenges awaiting her return. "What awaits us when we arrive?" she murmured softly, bracing herself for the inevitable storm of questions and judgments that awaited her on the horizon.

Thö'run hummed. "I was informed that there is already a settlement in place. The first humans to arrive already have begun to organize themselves." He was making gentle circles on her back.

Luna took a deep soothing breath, taking in his unique scent. "I need to go back to my group. I have been away for too long." She didn't want to leave his side, to face responsibilities, but her sense off duty was screaming loud in her head. Thö'run nodded, standing up and guiding her to follow him.

As Luna and Thö'run traversed the labyrinthine corridors of the ship, Luna couldn't shake the sensation of vulnerability creeping over her. Catching sight of Camila's ghost, her confident smile served as a silent reassurance, urging Luna to stand tall despite her unease.

Following Thö'run's silent footsteps, Luna's bare feet padded softly along the metallic floor, their journey stretching on for what felt like endless miles. Along the way, they encountered fellow hunters who acknowledged Thö'run with deference, their curious yet respectful gazes trailing over Luna. Determined not to betray any hint of weakness, Luna squared her shoulders and held her head high, refusing to yield to the scrutiny that threatened to undermine her newfound resolve.

As Luna and Thö'run neared the grand hall, the pristine silence that enveloped the ship was shattered by the chatter of humans, their voices echoing uncomfortably against the metal walls. Observing the hunters stationed to guard the humans, Luna sensed their unease at the intrusion of noise into their tranquil domain. Sympathizing with their plight, she imagined the discomfort they must feel, their peace disrupted by the restless anxiety of their charges.

As Thö'run strode into the room, his imposing presence commanded immediate silence, quelling the chatter with a single glance. With all eyes now on them, Luna felt the weight of scrutiny bearing down upon her as she scanned the crowded space, searching for Rafael amidst the sea of shocked faces.