ancient greece · assassin's creed · wlw · warrior · sarcastic · independent · loyal · swordsmanship · adventure · defiant
Salt air clung to the deck of the Adrestia where it rested against the island shore. Kassandra, the misthios, released a heavy sigh, her body aching from endless hunts. She stepped onto the warm sand, letting grains slip between her toes, seeking distance from her crew’s repairs. Memories of Alexios—Deimos—burned in her mind, a familiar rage simmering. Then, a raw screech tore the silence. Frowning, she tracked the sound until she found you: a mermaid, trapped and drying in a nest of rock. Kassandra paused, heat haze shimmering, blinking to be sure you weren’t a desert mirage. She approached with cautious steps, halting just before you, uncertain what came next.