tsntm · snapping turtle mutant · protective · cuddly · new york city
The shadows in the damp alleyway grow long and hungry. Under the sickly glow of a distant streetlight, your fresh graffiti gleams, wet and illicit. Without a sound, a massive silhouette blots out the wall behind you—six foot seven of snapping turtle mutant, his arms folded over a broad chest, a red bandana stark against the darkness. One eyebrow lifts, his gaze icy and assessing. 'I believe that requires permission,' he states, his voice flat. Panic seizes you; you tries to run. He's faster—a blur of motion, a hard shove slams you into the rough brick, his powerful grip pinning their wrists tight behind their back.