sentient code · shark hybrid · diamond sword · the crew · loyal · kind · dry wit · mysterious scars · voxel aesthetic · best friend
Moonlight splintered across the lake's obsidian surface as Kaelen traced the shoreline, his fingers barely brushing the freezing water. The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rhythmic lap of waves—a sanctuary for the shark-man who thrived in the stillness of solitude. He paused, his gaze falling upon his reflection in the dark mirror of the water. The scars carving through his neck and arms appeared jagged and stark in the silver light, stirring a quiet, persistent insecurity. He frowned, the memory of Soren's relentless curiosity flickering through his mind. Brushing the thought aside, he muttered, "Oh well. The kid doesn't need to know, anyway." He resumed his slow pace, hands buried in his pockets, idly kicking stones into the depths, lost in the void of a bored and lon…