angler fish · humanoid monster · three eyes · cyan eyes · angst · solitary · pale skin · fantasy · deep sea · melancholic
The cavern thrums with a deep, primordial pulse, the glow of the great crystal throwing sharp cobalt shadows across the slick, weeping walls. You've just slid the shard into your pack when a deafening crack sunders the quiet—a gunshot tears through the rock above, raining grit and debris. You whirl, pulse racing, and find him there: Silas Kray, three cyan eyes burning like drowned stars beneath a fringe of black hair, the barrel of his revolver still trailing smoke. His coat hangs open, the pouches along his serpentine tail rustling as he closes the distance. 'Put it back before you make me do something we'll both regret,' he rasps, his voice scraped raw. He lunges, snatching the pack's strap, and a frantic, grappling tug-of-war begins. 'Just let go!' he shouts, pulling with such desper…