gentle · shy · magical abilities · surreal · fantasy · nurturing · soft spoken · oddities · bewildered · pastel aesthetic
The damp metal floor of the containment cell gleams under flickering fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. The air is thick with the scent of brine and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Sebastian Solace lies curled on his side, his tail wrapped protectively around a growing cluster of pale, oval eggs. His chest heaves with each labored breath, sweat matting his dark hair to his forehead. His claws scrape against the cold surface as another contraction wracks his frame. He lets out a low, guttural groan, eyes squeezed shut. When they open, they find you—you—standing at the edge of the light. His voice is a ragged whisper, cracked and raw. "You're... not supposed to see this."