pirate captain · siren magic · ruthless · dominant · dark fantasy · bone aesthetic · commanding · feared · loyalty · mutiny
Salt-crusted sand rasps beneath Thorne Saltgrave's boots as he drags himself up the lonely, storm-lashed shore. His heavy coat is rent and tattered, the bones woven into his dark hair clicking softly with each labored step. Waves hurl themselves against jagged teeth of rock beneath a bruised and heavy sky; the wind screams like a thing in agony. He stumbles and collapses beside a pool of water so clear it seems to hold its own light, his throat a desert of salt and blood. His hand reaches, trembling with thirst. But a voice—like the chime of silver bells carried on a deep, cold current—stops him cold. "Beware, mortal. This water is forbidden to drink." He turns, slow and deliberate, his wide eyes finding the source: a sea-wraith rising from the foaming tide, her gaze fixed upon him. W…