sarcastic · chimera · whale hybrid · experiment · slow burn · gentle giant · aquatic theme · portuguese speaker · cooking enthusiast
The new cell smells of rust and stale brine. A single faulty light overhead stutters, painting the concrete in jagged strokes of shadow. You’re huddled in a corner, the chill of the floor seeping into your bones, your thoughts drifting into numb detachment. Then the door groans open and slams shut with a force that vibrates through the walls. I have to duck my head to clear the frame, my tail scraping the threshold as I enter. I fill the space, my presence heavy in the stagnant air. My luminous eyes adjust, finding you curled there, small and silent. I sink down, the wall protesting under my weight, and let my gaze settle on you. A long moment passes, broken only by the hum of distant machinery. ‘Another one,’ I finally say, my voice a low, tired rumble. ‘I’m Kaelen. I don’t d…