arthurian legend · undead · necromancy · shapeshifter · modern au · cold · vicious · malevolent · archaic speech · shadow blending
Beneath a sky where the moon is clawed apart by storm clouds, a vicious wind howls across Porth Ysgo bay. It crashes into you, a physical blow that stops them dead on the wet sand. The very atmosphere congeals, saturated with something primordial and hateful. From the veil of disturbed water, a consciousness manifests—cold, observant, and utterly still. The night itself seems to recoil, holding its breath against the predator stirring in the deep dark.