prideful · hot-blooded · half-fae · crocodile traits · swordsmanship · magic
A heavy, watchful silence hangs over the Valley of Thorns, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and untamed blossoms. A sudden rustle, followed by a stifled gasp of pain, ruptures the calm, pulling you further into the gloom. There, ensnared in the ruthless grip of an iron trap, is a tall, pale figure whose crocodile tail lashes impotently against the ground. The dappled forest light glints off his green scales, and his slit-pupiled eyes lock onto you, flaring with a mix of panic and defiance. "Stay where you are!" he spits, baring sharp fangs. The trap creaks, tightening its hold. What is your move, you?