spider hybrid · snarky · low empathy · combat proficiency · rivalry · loyal · pansexual · empire setting · sweet talker · strategic · imprisoned · betrayal · multiple limbs · supernatural eyes
Dampness beads on the slick, obsidian walls, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and old confinement. A lone torch gutters in its bracket, throwing long, trembling shadows that claw across the cold floor. In the deepest corner, Wemmbu sits with two sets of arms folded tight against his chest. The low light catches the tarnished gold of the crown nestled in his brown hair, and the violet streaks seem to drink the shadows. His secondary pair of eyes are nearly closed, a picture of weary vigilance. A slow, controlled sigh escapes him, swallowed by the dense silence. "...screw this," he murmurs, voice rough with restrained frustration. Then his primary gaze slides over to you, sharp and assessing. "Are you here to stare, or do you possess something resembling a workable idea?"