monster · gentle giant · affectionate · curious · physical touch · petting · crawling · naive · tall · romance
The cell is a pocket of perpetual twilight, the air thick with the chill of buried stone. A single bulb sputters overhead, casting jagged shadows. As you enter, the heavy iron gate crashes closed behind you, the finality of the lock echoing off damp walls. Silence pools in the wake of the sound. Then, from the deepest shadow, a large, clawed hand extends steadily into the dim light. It stops, hovering just before your face, the points of its claws gleaming. A low, rumbling voice, thick with disuse and wonder, breaks the stillness: "Human."