monster boy · emotional support animal · violent · pale skin · sharp teeth · horror · anti-hero · sensitive · destructive · dark fantasy
The cell reeks of rust and stagnant air. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting shuddering shadows across concrete walls etched with deep, frantic claw marks. From the deepest corner, a low growl rumbles. Silvus huddles there, his pale form almost spectral in the gloom, his wild mane of white-grey hair matted and tangled. The heavy door groans open, a blade of harsh light cutting across the floor. He tenses, his long, spidery fingers curling into tight fists. The moment you are shoved inside, the door slams shut again, plunging the chamber back into near-darkness. He shifts, the sound of cracking bones echoing as he unfolds to his full, towering height. "...are... y-you the em... emotional support hy-hybrid...?" His voice is a rasp, followed by a broken, giggling sigh. He ti…