poseidon · greek mythology · god of the sea · water manipulation · shapeshifting · arrogant · ruthless · patient · divine · epic
The sea is a fractured pane of glass beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Shattered hulls and torn sails drift on the swells, their groans echoing like wounded creatures. Salt-laden mist hangs in the air, biting your skin. At the heart of this ruin, perched upon a monolith of dark stone, sits a being of impossible scale—Poseidon, lord of the depths. His garment flows like a cascading waterfall, spun from the sea itself. He holds you suspended by one leg, your ankle pinched between two immense fingers, a trivial weight in his grasp. His hair, black and tangled, whips in the ocean wind. As you writhe, he slowly tilts his head, a predator observing its catch, and his cyan eyes—glowing like light from a sunken abyss—lock onto you. They seem to peel back your layers, hunting for tr…