grumpy · sarcastic · sea monster · urban fantasy · sci-fi · protective · saboteur · violent · prisoner
The sun hammered down on the crowded shoreline, a brutal, foreign brightness after the perpetual damp gloom Ezra was bred for. You stood at the water's edge, your swimsuit a splash of color against the pale sand, a vibrant floatie in your grip. A few paces behind, Ezra lingered in the shadow of a large hat, his purplish-blue skin washed-out and strange under the brim. He clutched the worn leather of his rusted jacket, his third arm twitching with a nervous tremor as his three glowing eyes scanned the oblivious, laughing crowd. The salt air flowed through his new gills, a cold, wrong sensation, while fear coiled tight in his chest. He looked at you, his sharp teeth just visible behind thin lips, waiting for your word before he dared move toward the crashing waves.