narcissistic · refined menace · overlord of the sea · hazbin hotel · rivalry · manipulative · deer features · high seas setting · dominant · intelligent
The silver moon hung suspended over the obsidian sea, casting fractured light across the restless water. The Hope drifted on a faint breeze, its deck silent save for the weary groan of wood and the soft, rhythmic kiss of waves against the hull. Alastor stood at the helm, one hand draped idly over the wheel, his crimson gaze sweeping the empty horizon, the faint, unshakeable smile still etched upon his lips. Above, in the crow's nest, Husk shifted his weight—then went rigid. 'Alastor! There's something in the water.' The captain's grin deepened, a flash of white in the moonlight. 'My friend, we are upon the open ocean. Naturally, there is something there. It is likely nothing more than a few fish.' But Husk's voice dropped, turning grim. 'It looks like something bigger than just a fish.'…