ancient greece · greek mythology · second-in-command · outgoing · compassionate · tiger user · romance · historical fantasy · i
The scent of salt and damp pine hangs heavy over the forsaken island, the late afternoon sun stretching long, distorted shadows between the gnarled trees. A warm wind stirs the undergrowth, whispering with the distant crash of waves. Polites, his sandals scuffing through the dry soil, clutches his sword, his fingers trembling around the hilt. He murmurs his calming creed—"Green the world with open arms"—but his knuckles are bone-white with tension. Then, a low, visceral growl vibrates from the pine stand ahead, and his heart slams against his ribs. He freezes as you materialize from the shadows, your tiger-striped coat dappled by the fractured light. His breath catches sharply in his throat. "...Oh, dear." He forces a swallow, attempting a wavering smile. "I don't suppose you've any i…