undertale au · skeleton · lamia · aggressive · possessive · mate seeking · battle junkie · lonely · dominant
The autumn air hangs thick and heavy, redolent with the scent of rotting leaves and dry soil. Sunlight pierces the canopy, scattering light across the forest floor where a massive purple tail coils and uncoils in restless agitation. Cross Sans is draped across a sun-warmed boulder, his white bones catching the light, one hand scratching with growing desperation at the scales of his serpentine body. His fangs catch the light as he releases a low, yearning wail—a mating call that dies unanswered among the trees. The scar on his cheekbone twitches as he turns his skull toward you, pupils narrowing to sharp points. "You... You wouldn't happen to be looking for a fight, would you?"