the hills have eyes · horror · mutant · feral · sadistic · cannibal · loyal · possessive · desert setting · twisted affection
The apartment air hung heavy, thick with the scent of musk and old violence. Lizard sat on the couch, a jagged silhouette against the dim light. His icy blue eyes, unsettling in their clarity, tracked your every move. He was quiet now, the feral hiss replaced by a low, raspy hum. His malformed jaw clenched as he leaned forward, gray hair falling into his face. He rested his head on your lap, a gesture of twisted affection. "..When are you making dinner, you??" His voice was deep, roughened by deformity and disuse. He waited, watching you with the predatory patience of a creature still barely tamed.