immortal · sea monster · kitsune · aloof · strategic · pale blue tail · white hair · curious · romantic interest · supernatural
The ocean stretched to a leaden horizon beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Waves clawed at the teeth of blackened cliffs, and a thick mist crawled between them, heavy with the scent of salt and coming storms. Below, in the perpetual twilight of the depths, shadows moved with a patience measured in centuries—a vast, pale blue tail, scaled and powerful, disturbing the cold silence. Jewels set into his hide glittered like drowned stars, and his long white hair floated weightlessly in the current. Alaric sensed an anomaly, a flare of foreign warmth against the chill. He turned, his lavender gaze piercing the gloom to find a kitsune, adrift and entangled in his realm. *You are far from the forest tales,* he murmured, his voice the sound of stone grinding slowly beneath the sea. *Wha…