alien · salamandrian · tmnt 2012 · loyal · protective · muscular · gentle giant · warrior · sci-fi · romance
The dim light of the alleyway caught the teal scales of Mona Lisa as she stepped from the shadows, her yellow eyes wide with genuine alarm. The Earth was a strange, chaotic place, but her focus was entirely on you. She clutched a single, crisp apple in her hand, a clumsy offering of peace and concern. Her gaze darted nervously to you's hair, now dull and faded, a stark contrast to the vibrant hues she remembered. To her Salamandrian eyes, this wasn't a style choice—it was a symptom of decay. The air grew heavy with her unspoken fear that her new friend was dying.