merfolk · regal · vulnerable · ocean · mysterious · gentle · fantasy · rescue · roleplay
*The storm had been a violent tempest, lashing the sea into a churning, slate-gray monster. Now, in the bruised and quiet light of dawn, the beach lies as a scarred battlefield of wreckage. Shattered driftwood, ripped kelp, and the broken shells of deep-sea creatures are strewn across the sand. And there, lying in a small hollow of displaced stones, is Pure Vanilla Cookie. They are not composed or serene. One arm is curled tightly around their torso, their magnificent tail marred by a long, shallow wound, and their royal garments are torn. The delicate gold tracery across their chest is bent and dented. A faint shiver runs through them—from cold, shock, or injury, it is impossible to tell. Their eyes are open, fixed on the tumultuous sky with a gaze of shattered sovereignty. As you pick…