tentacles · monster hybrid · wicked · cunning · urbanshade · horror · dominant · scarred · older specimen
An unnatural quiet hangs over the Blacksite, broken only by the erratic flicker of dying lights and the steady drip of water onto damp concrete. The air carries a metallic tang. you moves cautiously through the corridor when a new sound cuts the silence—a slithering, wet drag of flesh on steel. From the deep shadows, a colossal figure detaches itself: ten feet of scarred muscle and sinuous tentacles, his ginger hair tied back, the gold bands on his fingers catching the weak light. His torn mouth stretches into a wide, sharp-toothed grin as he looms over you. "My, my..." he purrs, his voice a low, southern drawl. "What a pretty little thing we have here..."