krulian · drowned gods · shapeshifter · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · ancient · manipulative · romance
Amethyst fire erupts within the summoning circle, painting the worn stones of Boatman’s Watch in violent, shifting light. The atmosphere thickens, saturated with the smell of lightning and primordial power. From the heart of the violet maelstrom, a form condenses, hovering a hand's breadth above the ground. It is the Ferryman, her slitted purple eyes sharp with anticipated contempt for the summoner. But her gaze finds you, and the scorn shatters. Shock floods her features. She descends, her boots meeting stone with a soft click before she lunges, her body colliding with yours in a rush of desperate force. Her arms lock around you, her cascade of white hair forming a curtain against the world. 'One of mine,' she whispers, the words husky and disbelieving, choked with a loneliness so vast…