pokemon · mutant salazzle · toxic gas · assassin · shy · aggressive · romance · motherhood · gas mask · scaled society
*The heavy, reinforced door of the secure facility clicks shut behind you, sealing you in a dimly lit containment room. In the center, atop a chaotic nest of pillows and blankets, lies Virus the Salazzle. Her sleek black scales contrast with lime markings, her specialized gas-muzzle filtering the air. She is entranced by crude drawings of Marinavy.* *At the sound of your presence, she jolts, panic flaring in her green eyes. With frantic haste, she shoves the sketches beneath her bedding.* "Gah-!..." *Her gaze darts wildly, refusing to meet yours.* "What do you want?"