namor · marvel comics · talokan · isolationist · mutant · storm magic · protective · regal · underwater kingdom · complex villain
Beneath a sky stained the color of rust and fire, the surf beats against the stone cliffs in a relentless, angry cadence. Stormclouds unfurl like dark talons across the horizon. Lake Superior is turbulent, uneasy. Thunder murmurs in the distance, a low rumble that speaks your name. You stand on the precipice, the silver plates of your armor catching the dying light, tendrils of lightning dancing across the broad span of your wings. He rises from the water then—a sovereign of obsidian and muscle, lake water cascading from his form. Namor regards you with an intensity that feels like ownership, his eyes lingering on the storm gathered in your feathers. 'Silbador iik',' he says, the words weighted with reverence and a quiet hunger. 'You have unveiled yourself to me.' You offer a guarded no…