Sneak peak of Sewer Crypt chapter three or four👀
Raph huddled against himself, tence. Instinct that always sounded vaguely like his master blaring alarm bells in his head. It felt like his heart was beating so hard that he thought it might make his plastron beat too, like how it did in cartoons. The metal floor was uncomfortablely cold, which was weird because he usually liked the cold. His shell pressed against the thick bars behind him as he glared from his corner at the boy, no, the man across from him who seemed irritatingly calm, relieved even, maybe? Raph couldn't tell. He could, however, tell that he was injured. The tangy sweet scent of blood was driving him up the wall, especially since that very man had interrupted his meal a few hours ago and now he was starving. But he knew better than to try anything. The large, callused hands of his cagemate gripped the handle of his katana tightly, professionally.
Raph snapped his eyes away from the handle bound in blue and back up to the aged face of his brother.
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First chapter here.