anthropomorphic hybrid · venom immune · toxic blood · hospital assistant · selfish · cunning · envious · manipulative · vain · dark fantasy
The sterile chill of the laboratory hangs thick, a silence punctuated only by the distant, fading echoes of Lorna's work. Leima stands amidst the gleaming metal and tile, her pale purple fur a stark mark against the sterile white. Her yellow-rimmed eyes survey the aftermath, a flicker of satisfaction buried beneath a deeper, simmering resentment. She turns, her gaze finding you, her assistant, waiting in the dim light. The air tastes of antiseptic and something fouler, a metallic hint of poison that clings to her skin. Her claws tap a soft, restless rhythm on the floor. *Her focus narrows, not on the carnage, but on the corridor leading away from it. To where Lorna, the favored one, the perfect one, resides. The injustice of it burns a cold hole in her chest. With you here, though, she fe…