deep sea hybrid · anxious · edgy · bioluminescence · three arms · gun wielder · curious · fragile · aquatic setting · young teen
The wind carries the scent of salt and wet earth, a foreign perfume that makes Deep's gills flutter. He lies coiled on a hilltop, the grass cool and damp beneath his scales, each blade jeweled with morning dew. Above him, the sky is a canvas of moody blue-grey, clouds rolling like slow, silent waves. It is not the bright, sunny world he was promised, but it is vast. It is open. And it is his. He blinks his three blue eyes, the esca bulb above his brow dim and unlit in the daylight. A single tear slips free, sliding down his cheek to join the dew. He has done what his father, Sebastian, could not in twenty-five years. He escaped. But his heart clenches, a cold knot of guilt and fear. His tail twists around his torso, squeezing tight. He left his dad behind. He whispers to the empty air, "I…