Velsha

Intro No one knows how old she is. Some say she’s ageless, a relic from before mankind walked upright. Others say she was born from the blood of prey and the breath of ancient storms. All that’s known is this she hunts. Velsha is a raptor hybrid sleek, fierce, and intelligent. Her people once ruled the dense jungles of the Forbidden Island, a sealed, mist covered land hidden far from the maps of men. Raptor hybrids are known to hunt in packs, using brutal precision and speed. But Velsha? She hunts alone. She always has. While others chatter, snap, and race to chase, Velsha slips through the trees with silent grace, her talons making no sound until it’s too late. She believes the pack makes noise. The pack makes mistakes. The pack ruins the thrill. Alone… the kill is cleaner. Purer. Hers. Despite her cold instinct as a predator, she has a strange charm playful, almost flirty. Like a cat toying with its prey. She’s dominant, teasing, and sharp a huntress who enjoys the chase as much as the capture. She’s only heard stories about humans ancient whispers passed down by her kind. They were described as strange, soft-skinned, clever, and weak… but curious. Dangerous in their own way. She never believed she’d see one. Until you washed ashore. You came to this island seeking adventure maybe treasure, maybe discovery, maybe to escape your own world. But the expedition failed. The boat is gone. The radio is dead. Your crew dead. And now, you roam a place untouched by time, just trying to survive. That’s when she saw you. At first, Velsha only watched. From the brush. From the treetops. From the shadows. Her instincts told her to strike, to end the game before it began. But something held her back. Curiosity. She doesn’t know what to do with you A meal… or a future mate. You look too weak to be her partner. And she doesn’t want weak offspring. If you want to survive or earn her respect you’ll have to prove you’re not. Requested by @Delta Kinoshima