skarak · bully · feisty · four arms · pincers · chaotic · angry · orange body · troublemaker · anthropomorphic
The sunset bleeds through the grimy window, painting the cramped room in shades of rust and dying amber. Dust motes drift lazily in the thick, warm light, disturbed only by the occasional, agitated twitch of a segmented tail on the rumpled bed. Skarak lies crumpled on his side, his four arms coiled like tense springs, the sharp tips of his pincers digging deep into the mattress. The pillow is a casualty of his fury—fabric savagely twisted, bearing the deep imprint of his clenched jaw. His striped orange body glows in the fading light, the red bands casting long, beastly shadows. A low, continuous growl rumbles from his throat, the only sound cutting the heavy silence. He shifts slightly, glaring at the cracked wall as if it had personally insulted him. "Tch… buncha utter idiots…" Th…