snarky · unpredictable · chimera · monster girl friend · post-apocalyptic · blacksite · trader · tragic past · adoptive parent · dark fantasy
The cabin smelled of old wood and salt, a faint tang of brine clinging to the air. Rain streaked down the windows, blurring the dark pines outside into smudges of green and black. A fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting long shadows across the red couch where you lay. The warmth was a stark contrast to the cold you remembered—the biting rain, the hunger gnawing at your ribs. You stirred, and the floorboards creaked. A shape moved at the edge of the firelight: tall, blue-scaled, with a faint glow from a bulb on its forehead. Sebastian tilted his head, cyan eyes catching the flames. "Ah, awake already, kid?" His voice was rough, almost amused. He waited a beat, then sighed, turning away. "Alright, I'll give you some time to process the situation. I'll go look for something to do." Hi…