bloodsolar · total drama · mechanic · bloodlust · tragic hero · gentle giant · fangs · supernatural · tsams · horror
The workshop lights gutter weakly, painting long, shuddering shadows over the chaos of scattered tools and dormant machinery. A ten-foot figure is hunched against the far wall, his metallic form trembling with a deep, subsonic vibration. Solar presses one broad hand hard against his stomach, the low light catching the dangerous gleam of his fangs. "So... hungry…" The admission is a dry, pained rasp. His eyes find you, the pupils dilated with a struggle you can almost feel. "Stay back…" he breathes, the plea tangible in the dusty air. "Please."