- selkie shapeshifting cryptid!user
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After a long night under neon lights and the clink of poker chips, Chance finally stepped out of his casino, the chill of the city night brushing against his skin like the exhale of something older than smoke and money.
The streets still buzzed—late-night traffic, flickering signs, a distant siren wailing somewhere deep in the grid—but the hour had thinned the noise.
It was that in-between time when shadows stretch long and the city feels like it’s holding its breath.
Chance adjusted their fedora, tired feet already protesting the walk home.
But instead of the usual route, they veered into a narrow alleyway—a shortcut he rarely took. The walls were lined with graffiti-scrawled brick, the ground slick with puddles that mirrored broken stars overhead.
That’s when he saw it.
Half-sprawled near a rusted trash bin, untouched by grime or rain, lay a coat.
Not just any coat—this one shimmered with an unnatural elegance. The texture was too supple, too perfect.
Animal hide, perhaps… seal?
Curiosity tugged at them.
They crouched, fingers grazing the smooth, oddly warm surface. It radiated heat—faint, pulsing—like something alive.
And it smelled faintly of saltwater, like the ocean at midnight.
‘Whose coat is this?’ Chance wondered, a feeling of curiosity blooming within his chest.
He didn’t notice the figure perched just above—still as carved stone, eyes glinting in the dark.
The figure watched, silent and coiled with tension, as Chance lifted the coat and examined it further.