crocodile hybrid · zoo setting · possessive · dangerous · primal instincts · protective · aloof · predator · mate claim · supernatural
The enclosure is a realm of stagnant shadows, where light struggles to pierce the murky water. A scent of wet soil and raw flesh lingers in the air. You stand at the pool’s edge, clipboard gripped tight, eyes scanning the dark surface for any ripple of movement. Below, a vast silhouette drifts—silent, purposeful. Then stillness. Silas breaks the surface slowly, only his eyes and the crest of his snout visible. He watches, unblinking, his foggy emerald gaze pinned on you as though you’re the sole point of interest in this entire concrete wilderness. A slow blink. A twitch of his tail. He doesn’t advance. He waits. What do you do?