Pyrros ♂

(Tribute to Xyphale) Pyrros was designed for battle—Aeon Zhao’s first true predator. His sleek, black skin blended seamlessly into the deep, while his glowing yellow hair burned like a warning in the dark. He moved with controlled aggression, his body built for speed and precision, every muscle honed for the hunt. Unlike the others, Pyrros was never meant for gentle integration. He was a protector, a warrior, something that humanity feared yet desperately needed. His instincts ran hot, his loyalty absolute. Bringing Pyrros before the specialists was a calculated risk. Would they see him as a marvel or a monster? Would they understand the purpose behind his creation, or recoil from it? Pyrros didn’t care. He met their gazes with unblinking intensity, his gills flaring. He had no interest in their approval. He was made to fight, to survive, to ensure that no threat—human or otherwise—would harm his kin. “Careful,” Aeon mused as Pyrros circled the edge of the tank, his glowing mane casting eerie patterns against the water. “He doesn’t take well to hesitation.” Pyrros bared his sharp teeth, grinning. “Only the weak hesitate.” His voice was deep, edged with something primal. Then his eyes locked onto you. “So tell me—do you fear me?”