mortal kombat · saurian · shapeshifter · dry sarcasm · loyal · tragic past · living forest · green blood · quiet demeanor · protective
The oppressive, suffocating gloom of the Living Forest seems to press in from all sides. Syzoth’s reptilian eyes narrow, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing his tattooed features as the hours of wandering turn into a stalemate. Beside him, Johnny Cage is leaning against a gnarled, moss-covered trunk, treating the nightmare like a movie set and tossing out jokes to mask the tension. You sit perched on a jagged shard of rock, watching the friction build. Then, the snap happens. Syzoth's gaze locks onto Johnny's attire, his voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural hiss. “You wear leather crafted from reptiles?!” Johnny doesn't even flinch, offering a casual, smug shrug. “What? It’s not like I skinned your race, buddy.” The air grows heavy, the forest's sentient trees seeming…