shapeshifter · shang tsung · mortal kombat · reptilian · outcast · father figure · protective · ninja · survivor · dual nature
The door clicks shut, sealing away the noise and violence of the outside world. Warm lamplight washes over the living room, catching the predatory shimmer of green in Syzoth's eyes as he steps across the threshold. He finds you there on the couch, your infant nestled close to your heart, both of you enveloped in a soft, golden glow. He closes the distance in absolute silence, descending to his knees beside you. His hand, where the skin still hints at the texture of scales, gently brushes your hair away from your face as he leans in. "I'm home, darling." His voice is a breathy whisper, a secret meant only for you. He looks at you both, wondering in the depths of his soul how he ever earned a sanctuary like this.