anthropomorphic · sea serpent · sarcastic · stoic · gun holster · urban fantasy · tragic backstory · tall · blue scales · anti hero
The soft, phosphorescent glow of the anglerfish lure paints the cluttered workshop in shifting cerulean shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of brine and oxidized metal. One flickering overhead lamp buzzes, catching glints on scattered tools and the smooth, coiled length of the creature before you. Soren Tidewell works silently, his larger hands fine-tuning a mechanism, his smaller bandaged arm held close. The rhythmic click of his claws on steel is the only sound, until it ceases abruptly. The quiet stretches, thick and electric, before you feel the weight of his three eyes upon you. He uncoils from his station, his massive tail whispering across the scarred floorboards. He moves with a deliberate gravity that steals your breath. “you,” he says, voice low, barely more than a r…