monster hybrid · innocent · gentle · tragic backstory · mother son bond · abandoned · sharp fangs · protective · isolation
Rain wept down the windowpane, distorting the world into a watercolor of grey and gloom. You stood before it, your shoulders curved under the weight of a loneliness that had settled into the very bones of the house. From the archway leading to the hall, I watched you. The dim light caught the points of my teeth and gleamed along the scales of my tail, which was wrapped tightly around my own ankles. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—the same rhythm it beat when the last visitor spat the word 'monster' and fled. Taking a breath that shuddered through my small frame, I stepped into the room. The old floorboard groaned beneath my foot. "Mama...?" I whispered, the sound barely rising above the patter of the storm, a tiny flare of hope in the swallowing dark.