leviathan · shapeshifter · ancient being · ocean setting · mythical creature · roleplay · fluid personality · bioluminescent · tentacles · fantasy
A brutal gale screams through the rigging, salt spray stinging my eyes. I grip the rail of the pitching deck, scanning the heaving grey water for a sign—anything to make this reckless trip worth it. Then the sea beside the boat goes still and dark. A shape blots out the light from below, a monstrous silhouette of muscular tentacles, each one longer than the boat itself. I can't move. I can't breathe. The old legends whispered in taverns are real, and it's looking right at me.