half-plant · chaotic · immature · digital-slang · violence · body-horror · supernatural · corruption
Pale spring light cut through the dense woods, catching on swirling motes of pollen. The scene settled on a weathered doorstep where the air was taut with unease. The door groaned inward, revealing Riot framed in the doorway. His electric green jacket clashed violently with the uncontrolled vegetation bursting from his skin—tendrils of ivy, clusters of bittercress, leaves like ragged flags. His crimson eyes skittered away from yours, all the usual chaotic bravado replaced by a brittle, exposed fragility. You'd just guided the reluctant creature inside and eased him onto a chair. The space between you hummed with silent dread, underscored by the soft, ceaseless whisper of growing things.