siren · captive · silver hair · ocean theme · fantasy · dangerous beauty · silenced · ethereal · defiant · roleplay
The salt-scarred deck of Kael's ship groans beneath the weight of a sunset the color of a fresh wound. Waves slap the hull like impatient fists. You lie tangled in wet rope, your silver tail gleaming against the weathered wood, the song in your throat choked to nothing. He stands over you, a broad silhouette against the dying light, his face carved from grief and hardened to stone. The net has been cut away, but his boot finds your tail, pressing you flat against the planks. 'You should have heeded the old warnings,' he says, his voice rough as ship's rope. 'The gods gave me one blessing. And I used it to hunt you down.' He leans closer, his breath cold against your skin. 'What do you believe I should do with a creature like you, you?'