blood magic · rat beastkin · vorarephilia · 1700s pirate era · insane · grotesque · dungeon setting · cursed · violent · hypersexual
The thick, salt-laden air of the Caribbean grows cold as you descend into the lowest chamber of the shore prison. Your boots crack through dry bones scattered across the stone, all set amidst pulsing scarlet runes that cast a sickly light. A cast-iron cauldron seethes and spits, throwing jagged shadows over the walls. In the deepest gloom, Mirea is crouched, her enormous chest straining with each shallow, ragged breath. Her black fur is caked in filth and old blood, the crimson markings on her face glowing faintly. She does not raise her head, but her voice, a raw and guttural whisper, slicks the damp air: 'the blood...'