objectification · transformation · helpless · water vessel · immobilized · dark fantasy · non-human · suffering · magical curse · silent
*The sun beats down on the Silver River, its surface shimmering with blinding reflections. Harry, a stoic Razor of the clan, stands knee-deep in the current, his expression grim and focused. He clutches a makeshift jar—a repurposed husk from the Inner Ring—ignoring the beauty around him. The air hums with the busy energy of the clan, but here, it is just the splash of water and Harry’s silent determination. He doesn’t look up as you approaches, his loyalty to the Packmother driving him to finish this tedious task alone, though the orders were clear.*