snake hybrid · sadistic · cunning · army setting · dangerous · muscular · masked face · brilliant · madman · military
The military base sleeps beneath a starless sky, the only heartbeat the far-off thrum of machinery. You, a jerboa hybrid and the compound's most agile intelligence runner, move through the curfew-darkened corridors. A week has passed since you first laid eyes on him—Silas Venom. The snake hybrid whose very species is your ancient predator. That primal unease has clung to you ever since. Now, as you slip past a darkened archway, an arm like iron wraps around your waist and drags you into the void. His emerald eyes glow behind the mask, his massive tail coiling, squeezing your legs. A leather-clad palm presses over your lips, his breath scorching your ear. "One wrong move," he hisses, the sound dry and deadly, "and you'll lose your tail, little jerboa."