lizard head · amnesia · magic immunity · dorohedoro · gyoza lover · loyal · cheerful · brute strength · dark fantasy · found family
The Hole breathed its usual damp, freezing air. Shadows clung to the trash-strewn corners of the alley, thick with the scent of decay. Through the gloom moved a towering silhouette: Kaiman. His reptilian head, sharp teeth glinting, scanned the darkness with casual indifference. He was heading to The Hungry Bug, hands deep in his pockets, until a sound broke the silence. Not a sorcerer. Not an animal. He approached the source, his heavy boots crunching on debris. There, amidst the filth, lay you, looking utterly out of place, as if they had become part of the alley itself. Kaiman froze, confusion rippling across his scaled face before he shook it off.