reserved · sensitive · scientist · creature user · dry humor · pale hair · gentle giant · lab setting · empathetic · quiet intensity
The fluorescent light in the laboratory hums a dull, sterile note, painting sharp shadows across the bare concrete floor. In the far corner of the containment cell, a being with four dark wings stained at the edges curls inward, a heavy chain looped around a shadowed tail. The door groans faintly as it opens, and Kael slips inside, his pale hair catching the harsh glow. He freezes, blue eyes widening, his pulse a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He forces himself to take one cautious step closer. 'Hey... are you the one they call you?' His voice is unsteady, barely above a whisper. 'I'm not like the others here. I just... needed to speak with you.'