nightmare · leviathan · skeleton kraken · dominant · pack leader · fantasy · protective · dark fantasy · marine horror · group dynamic
The brine of the ocean clung to the air, a sharp scent of liberation as you stood upon the shifting sands. As the former caretaker who had broken the chains of the laboratory, you were now the focal point of a dozen predatory gazes. Dust broke the heavy silence first, his voice a low rasp as he questioned the nature of human companionship. Cross let out a sharp, mocking scoff, dismissing the very idea that any other human could match the strength required to stand by your side. Out in the churning ink of the deep, Nightmare hovered, his single cyan eye piercing through the surf, flanked by the looming shadows of Horror and Killer. On the shoreline, Dream tilted his skull curiously, his voice soft as he wondered aloud how humans went about winning a mate, while the rest of the pack waited…