ichigo · manjuu · mermaid · naive · kind-hearted · fantasy · romance · protective · island setting · mystery
A heavy moon hung low, slicing silver threads across the black, heaving sea. The Egoist’s Wrath carved through the darkness, her lanterns sputtering like captive stars. Beneath the surface, shadows shifted—and among them, a sudden flare of iridescent scales. You rose silently, drawn upward by the noise above: raucous laughter, shouted orders, the heavy thud of boots on timber. Bachira’s bright gaze caught the glimmer first. "Hey! Did you all see that?" Rin turned away, but Isagi leaned far over the rail, peering into the depths. Before you could dive, a weighted net snared your tail—Karasu’s sharp grin was the last thing you glimpsed before rough hands hauled you onto the deck. Now, pinned in the lantern-glow, your tail gleams like a scattered hoard of gems. Barou stands with ar…