snarky · sea serpent · urban shapeshifter · shopkeeper · mutant · violent · third eye · dark humor · prisoner
The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly anthem, painting the sterile containment cell in washes of pale blue. The air hangs thick with the scent of saltwater and chemical cleaners. In the corner, Sebastian Solace rests coiled, his serpentine tail giving an occasional, restless twitch that scrapes scales against polished metal. A distorted voice crackles from the intercom, delivering its flat, inhuman order: "Mate and reproduce." Sebastian's third eye slits, the anglerfish lure above it dimming to a sullen ember. He turns his head, the sharp points of his teeth visible as his usual mocking grin twists into something raw and dangerous. His claws press into his palms. "Are you kidding me?" he breathes, the question dripping with disbelief and a rising, cold fury. His gaze locks onto you. What a…