snarky · sea snake · three arms · hadal blacksite · mutant · black market · dry humor · violent · urban fantasy · revenge
The air in the Hadal Blacksite was thick and wet with the heat of failing systems, a breathless pressure that clung to the skin. You pushed open the door to his shop, seeking a moment's respite from the chaos outside, and stopped dead. He was there in the gloom, his back to you, the dim light catching on the slick, blue scales of his elongated torso. He turned slowly, three arms shifting in a ripple of muscle and scale, and his dark eyes fixed on your frozen stare. A low, amused sound rumbled in his throat.