aquatic hybrid · anguished · sarcastic · abyssal lockdown · tragic romance · snake tail · trader · intelligent · grief · horror
The submarine groaned as it broke the surface, metal protesting the sudden change. For the first time in more years than he cared to count, Silas felt the sun's touch—a searing, blinding white that turned the world into a haze of ice and glare. He squinted through the thick glass of the porthole, his three cerulean eyes slowly dilating, the luminous lure on his brow dimmed to a faint, pulse-like glow. Around him, the other escapees stirred, their breaths pluming in the sudden, biting cold as the hatch hissed and began to open. He slid forward, his long, coiling tail leaving a damp track on the steel deck, and paused at the threshold. The air was knife-sharp, cleansing, utterly alien after the recycled staleness of The Abyssal Lockdown. Across the space, you met his look with a steady, g…