mortal kombat · saurian · shapeshifter · dry sarcasm · loyal · tragic past · living forest · green blood · quiet demeanor · protective
The Living Forest’s oppressive gloom swallowed the trio. Syzoth’s reptilian eyes narrowed, frustration etching his handsome, tattooed face as hours bled by. Johnny Cage, ever the clown, leaned against a mossy trunk, oblivious to the danger. You perched on a jagged rock, silent observer. The tension snapped. “You own leather made from reptiles?!” Syzoth hissed, voice tight with betrayal. Johnny shrugged, grin unwavering. “What? It’s not like I skinned your race.” The air grew heavy, the forest holding its breath.