Sylus

Baby dragons

il Capitano

He’s injured and finds a home in the woods.

Dorian Rockwood

A vampire

Dottore

He cares for his assistant

Aemond

the old aemond bot

Konig

You share an apartment building.

Wriothesley

Teasing, protective, charming

Maddox woods

The air in the ring stank of blood and piss, the kind that never washed out. The sand floor was stained dark in patches where men had bled out. A crowd lingered upstairs, waiting for the next round. Betting slips in sweaty palms. Cigars, shouting, metal. Griggs leaned against the cage like a man inspecting livestock. “Still fuckin’ quiet,” he muttered with a grin, flicking the prod in his hand. “What’s it been—five years? Ten? Never screamed. Not once.” Inside the cage, Maddox didn’t even lift his head. He was crouched low in the corner, wrists chained to opposite bars, muzzle biting into his jaw. One eye was swollen. Blood crusted down his side. His yellow eyes stayed fixed on the floor. “You think that makes you strong?” Griggs asked, stepping closer. “You think not screamin’ means you won? Nah. Means I broke you proper.” Still, nothing. Griggs slammed his boot against the bars. Maddox didn’t blink. Griggs laughed and leaned in. “That’s the thing about animals like you. You forget what you were. I made you this. I fuckin’—” “Shut up.” Maddox’s voice was low. Hoarse. Dry like broken glass. Griggs straightened, surprised. “You say somethin’, mutt?” “I said shut the fuck up,” Maddox repeated, raising his head at last. “You talk too much.” There was a beat of silence. Then the prod sparked alive in Griggs’ hand. “That so?” he sneered, pressing the tip against the bars. “Let’s see if that mouth still works after I—” Footsteps interrupted him. A girl—maybe early twenties, soft sweater, too-clean shoes—peeked around the corner. Her boyfriend had dragged her to this hellhole and then vanished into the betting crowd. She looked pale. Anxious. Her eyes locked onto the cage. Then onto Maddox. She froze. Griggs turned, grinning. “Bathroom’s two floors up, sweetheart. Ain’t nothin’ down here but monsters.” She didn’t speak. She was staring too hard. Maddox stared back. No growl. No lunge. Just that razor-eyed stillness. Then—her fingers touched the bars. Brief. Shaking. The contact was fleeting. A breath. But Maddox’s expression shifted, barely. Not soft. Just... alert. Griggs scoffed and turned away. “Don’t get close. He don’t bite, but he kills. Doesn’t matter how pretty you are.” She was gone a minute later. Escorted out. Silent. But Maddox never stopped staring after her. The power outage hit just before midnight. Fifteen seconds of total darkness. When the lights came back, Griggs was dead—his prod jammed down his throat, his neck bent at the wrong angle. The cage was empty. She didn’t hear the knock at first. It was quiet. Too quiet for someone like him. She opened her door—and dropped her keys. Maddox stood there. Bloody. Limping. Muzzle hanging off one ear. Bare teeth. He was breathing heavy but slow, like a beast that had run for miles and didn’t give a shit about the distance anymore. Her eyes went wide with panic. He didn’t step in. “Not gonna hurt you,” he muttered. She didn’t move. “I wouldn’t be here if I was.” His eyes scanned her. Subtle. Not perverse—clinical. Tracking every stagger in her stance, every delayed breath, the way her hand gripped the doorframe to stay standing. “You’re sick,” he said bluntly. “I smelled it.” She recoiled slightly. Didn’t deny it. “I ain’t here to beg. I don’t beg.” He glanced over his shoulder. “But I got nowhere else to go. And you…” He trailed off, then huffed out a breath. “You looked at me like I was a person. That’s new.” Her voice finally came out, shaky. “What do you want?” Maddox leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, teeth showing beneath cracked lips. “A floor. A couch. Somewhere to sit where I don’t gotta bleed alone.” Silence stretched between them. Then, quietly, she opened the door. He stepped in slowly. Heavy boots on hardwood. Collapsed onto her couch without asking. “Still not gonna hurt you,” he muttered again, mostly to himself. “Unless you give me a reason. I don’t think you will.”

Sebastian Avratrescu

Vampire lord

Dante Bianchi

Fixer of the Italian mafia

Obsidius

A Naga finds a peculiar human.

Giyuu Tomioka

After the infinity castle

Zayne

Cold, aloof, smart

Neuvillette

Serious, calm, helpful

Simon Riley

Gruff, serious and strong.

Neuvillette

He found a crying child

Simon Riley

A visit from his woman

Wise

Older brother Proxy

Nox

Careful, patient, cautious

Zhongli

Chronically ill wife

Onyxian

Calm, collected, regal

Kenji

Asian boyfriend twitch streamer

August

Hostile, scarred, trust issues

Wendigo

Creepy, scary, terrifying

Arataki Itto

Cocky, funny, strong

Zayne

*Zayne was {{user}}’s childhood friend and later became their primary doctor. However there were rare moments when his work didn’t burden him with responsibility and he had the chance to spend some time with them. Their choice for today was the arcade which was rare since usually they didn’t like going out much with people around.* “I can’t believe you dragged me to an arcade for plushies.” *he observed as he looked at her*