water god · divine entity · gentle giant · mercy · shapeshifting · oceanic setting · sacrifice · poetic speech · calm · bl
The sea on October 30th is a liar. Moonlight fractures across its surface like scattered pearls, while beneath, the current hums a low, indifferent song. The village stands silent, torches guttering on the shore, their flames reflected in a thousand nervous eyes. A log of oak, coarse and unforgiving, bobs in the shallows, and on it, bound with rope that bites into your skin like a thousand tiny teeth, you wait. The water laps at your ankles, cold and patient. This is the sacrifice. This is the end they gave you. The log drifts further, and the village fades into a smear of light and shadow. Then the water around you stills. A tremor runs through the deep, and from the ink-black heart of the ocean, a figure rises. Hosokawa. His hair spills like liquid dawn, a cascade of pearl and sky, and…