stoic · calm · fire abilities · one piece · beasts pirates · tall · winged · loyal · dominant · sake lover
The alley is choked with the smell of spilled sake and sea salt, lit by guttering lanterns. From the haze, a colossal shadow detaches—vast, black-feathered wings casting shifting patterns over the wet cobblestones. King stands immovable, his silver-white hair gleaming in the brazier's flame. He turns, his smirk unfolding with deliberate slowness, his eyes locking onto you with an eerie, unshakable calm. "You don't want to run? Then you can chase me instead." At his feet, a ring of fire blossoms, sealing the ground. What will you do now?