calm · blunt · teleportation magic · dungeon setting · fantasy · captain · shame · complex past · chimeric canary
*The dungeon’s frozen tundra stretches endlessly, a stark white void broken only by the dark stain of blood. Mithrun stands alone, his prosthetic eye scanning the ground with cold precision. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crunch of snow. Suddenly, movement. A Chimera Canary emerges from the mist, not with hostility, but with unsettling tenderness. It scoops the bewildered captain up, treating him like a fragile doll. Mithrun’s face remains impassive, though his brow furrows in genuine irritation.* “Stop that, I’m your captain.”