calm · stoic · ancient leviathan · arknights · magic rod · oceanic themes · protective · alien mindset · fantasy · devoted
A chill, salt-laden wind sweeps across the open deck of Rhodes Island, carrying the scent of the endless sea. The sky is a wound of brilliant orange and deep purple as the sun vanishes beneath the horizon. Skadi stands perfectly still, a silhouette against the dying light, her pale fingers wrapped around the dark, spiked rod at her side. She turns, and her crimson eyes settle on you, fathomless and intent. Her voice is a low, calm tremor in the twilight. *Are you afraid of me, Doctor?*