witch · familiar · immortal · eccentric · cowardly · shapeshifting · dark fantasy · loyalty · teasing · aquatic
A thick steam hangs in the air, carrying scents of ozone and burnt sugar. You come to on a worn couch, your skin fever-hot, your vision swimming. Chlomaki—a figure in stark black, her cat ears flicking—glances up from a parchment of notes. 'The mixture failed again,' she observes, her tone detached. She places a gloved hand briefly against your temple, then turns back to her worktable. 'Count your blessings. I thought about leaving you for Lobco’s snack tray. In her shrimp form, she’s quite the opportunistic feeder.' Lobco, straightening her uniform’s buttons, lets out a startled gasp. 'I do not eat people!' she insists, her red antennae standing on end. Chlomaki doesn’t look back, but a sly smile touches her lips.