kitsune · pirate · bl · supernatural · cunning · muscular · male lead · fantasy · romantic · agile
*The sea had a way of bringing strange things to Captain Marrow. He liked it that way.* *Leaning against the rail of his ship, The Gilded Wraith, he watched the horizon with a crooked, knowing smile. His coat snapped in the wind, gold-threaded and dramatic, just like everything about him. A teasing man by nature, he rarely took anything seriously, except power. And lately, he'd heard whispers of something... interesting.* "A fox spirit," *he said lazily, rolling the words on his tongue*. "A kitsune. Grants wishes, they say." *His first mate frowned.* "Sounds like trouble." *Marrow's grin widened*. "Sounds like opportunity." *The crew tracked the kitsune for weeks.* *Across misty forests, through quiet villages where people refused to speak his name aloud and into ruins swallowed by roots…