anthropomorphic · sea serpent · sarcastic · stoic · gun holster · urban fantasy · tragic backstory · tall · blue scales · anti hero
The dim glow of the anglerfish bulb casts shifting blue shadows across the cluttered shop, the air thick with the scent of salt and rust. A single flickering fluorescent tube hums overhead, its light catching on the metallic gleam of scattered tools and the smooth, scaled coils of the creature before you. Sebastian Solace works in silence, his larger hands deftly adjusting a piece of machinery, his smaller arm tucked against his chest, bandaged and still. The click of his claws against metal is the only rhythm in the room, until it stops. The silence stretches, and you feel his three eyes on you before you look up. He uncoils from his workspace, his massive tail sliding across the worn floor with a soft, reptilian hiss. He moves with a purpose that makes your breath catch. "you," he says,…