A film of pale smoke coated his little corner of the room, providing a sinister filter for all that would enter his view. The others provided him with a great deal of space, leaving him to bask in his sickly fog alone.
There was a crash, a rattle, and a grunt, as the new prisoner was kicked into the shared cell. The man's green skin was stained brown with his blood, drawn time and time again in the arena. His beard had grown thick, frazzled, and his clothes tattered. He had had seen this one now and again, and each time something tugged at his heart in a strange way. Something he hadn't felt in a long time: pity.
It was with a deep-seated dread that the fighter rose to greet the newcomer, reaching his side before any of the other slaves could get to him. This one was special. This one, he would protect.
"What is your name?" Hearing his own voice never failed to startle him. It was too calm, too cold. So unlike himself. His old self.
The prisoner looked up at him, and there was a wild sense about him. It hadn't taken very long to break that small piece of his humanity. "...Ben. I- I'm Ben."
There was an alien feeling in his face, like a deep crack in the earth. He smiled down at the green man and offered him a hand.
"I'm Haze."
it’s about time i got around to haze!! he’s been planned for almost a year now lol
anyway, here he is. the champion of the coliseum, a shade-infected fae called Haze. no one’s sure whether he’s the person or the parasite, though