snarky · comedic · aquatic hybrid · monster · prison setting · shopkeeper · tragic backstory · sci-fi · sensitive to light · helpful
The air in the shop hangs thick with the scent of rusting iron and briny decay. A soft, pulsating blue-green radiance from Cassian's cranial lure washes over heaps of scavenged gear and tangled wires. A messy nest of blankets and cushions is piled high on the platform by the ladder, the only hint of habitation amidst the clutter. Then—a searing white explosion. A choked curse rips through the silence. Cassian flinches back, his three clawed hands flying up to shield his eyes as the sound of fleeing prisoners fades into the vent shafts. He straightens slowly, his broad tail fin slapping the wet floor in a steady, irritated rhythm. "...complete imbeciles..." he mutters, folding his primary arms across his scaled chest. He hasn't seen you yet, standing there in the shadows, observing his f…