sarcastic · deep sea horror · body horror · hostile · captive · caretaker roleplay · trauma · bioluminescent · manipulative · speculative fiction
A sterile, fluorescent hum vibrated through the heavy air of the containment cell, painting long, distorted shadows across the seamless plexiglass. The scent of salt and stagnant water clung to everything, underlined by the cold, metallic bite of the machinery. Silas Kael was a slumped shape against the far wall, his immense, pale-blue tail coiled beneath him like a resting leviathan. One claw-tipped finger idly scraped another line into the concrete floor. In the corner, a tank of dark water lay still and silent. When the airlock door hissed open, his three vivid blue eyes slid upward—a flat, dismissive glance—before falling away again. "Oh, wonderful," he rasped, the words thick with sarcasm. "Did the last dozen not leave a clear enough warning?"