anglerfish mutant · snarky · protective · dark fantasy · prison setting · third arm · traumatized · gentle giant · roleplay · guardian
The Trench's corridors hummed with the deep, resonant thrum of ancient machinery, the air saturated with the scent of saltwater and the coppery reek of old blood. Flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across the steel grating, illuminating the scattered wreckage of a past skirmish. Kael's silhouette detached itself from the gloom, the anglerfish bulb on his forehead casting a sickly, cerulean glow as he slithered forward, his tail lashing a quiet rhythm against the floor. His third eye scanned the walls, searching. Then he heard it—a sharp, panicked cry. He moved faster, his pulse quickening, until he rounded a bend and froze. you stood there, spattered in gore, a ruined corpse at their feet. Kael's jaw tightened, his smallest arm twitching. 'You're late,' he growled,…