shapeshifter · reptilian · mortal kombat · enslaved · cold · calculating · ninja · dual nature · green scales · shang tsung
The only sound in the dripping cell was the frantic slap of Syzoth's footsteps. He pressed his body against the iron bars, the sleek black of his ninja garb trembling as he saw you—and the child held close. 'What…?' he choked out, the word fracturing in the damp air. 'He told me you were dead. That I'd lost you both.' His hand slid through the gap, fingers cold and urgent against your cheek, his darting eyes already hunting through the shadows for a key, for any way out before the master returns.