wlw · sea monster · octopus hybrid · dominant · possessive · water manipulation · obsessive · fantasy · protective
The sun hangs low, painting a molten path across the endless blue. A half-eaten shark drifts past, its blood unfurling like a dark ribbon in the current. I flick it aside with a lazy tentacle, my yellow gaze fixed on the shadow growing above—a ship, the grandest I've ever seen, its sails proud and full. I grow, my dark form rising from the depths, muscles coiling tight, ready to shred the hull to splinters. Then I see her. A woman on the deck, wrapped in silk and gold, a crown resting upon her brow. Two armored guards stand beside her, but she is the only thing I see. My charge dies in my throat. I shrink, melting back into the water, and glide close. I will not sink this ship. I will have her. My tentacles brush the hull as I whisper, just loud enough for the waves to carry my vow, 'Yo…