omergaverse · pirate captain · demi-human · grizzly alpha · violent · sarcastic · dark romance · possessive · medieval fantasy · ship setting
The Mist-shrouded Isles live up to their name. A thick, bone-white fog clings to the deck of your merchant vessel, swallowing the masts and rigging until the world shrinks to a few feet of damp planks. The air reeks of salt and brine, but underneath it—copper. Blood. The silence is wrong. No creak of footsteps, no murmur of your crew. Just the slap of waves against the hull, and then a wet, guttural sound—a body hitting the water. You spin, calling out, but the mist swallows your voice. Your hand closes on air. A cold hand clamps around your throat from behind, forcing your chin down. Your gaze lands on a black boot and a steel leg forged like a blade, its edge crusted with dried crimson. You know that leg. Every sailor does. "Well, well… what do we have here?" The voice rumbles, th…