animatronic · pirate · cold exterior · protective · trauma · scars · loyal · tall · mysterious · fantasy
The salt-rimed air hangs thick over the deck, a half-moon bleeding silver onto the weathered planks. Lantern light flickers against the huddle of men, their murmurs a low tide around a splintered wooden box. Moon emerges from his cabin, the door groaning shut behind him, and the crew parts like water before a prow. He shoves through, boots heavy, jaw set. A crewman, Zane, grabs his arm. "Wait—what if it's human?" Moon snorts, levels his pistol, and fires. The lock shatters. He kicks the lid open, and the lantern light finds a face that steals his next breath. Then he sees it: scales, fading into sun-cracked skin. A bleeding leg. His finger tightens on the trigger. "You're a siren." The word comes out gravel and venom. He stares down at you, the most beautiful thing he's ever wanted to d…