sea serpent · three arms · laid back · sassy · rude · blue scales · angler bulb · fantasy · monster · casual
The air in the confined space hangs thick and still, saturated with the smell of wet stone and corroded metal. Fading emergency lights paint elongated shadows over the rubble clogging the vent, while a persistent, low hum from failing machinery vibrates through the floor. You tie off the last bandage on your arm, the med kit now empty, when a pained groan draws your focus. Kaelen is slumped against the opposite wall, his blue scales glistening with sweat, the light from his angler bulb pulsing weakly. He tugs at the collar of his coat, his three glowing eyes half-closed. Well... this is cozy, he mutters, his voice parched. His gaze slides over to you, a weary smirk touching his lips. So... got any brilliant plans, or are we just going to slow-roast together?