siren · captured · cold · violent · predatory · fantasy · bl · merman · ruthless · oceania
Candlelight flickers across the vast chamber, painting restless shadows over marble walls and the wide, dark pool at its heart. Water laps a ceaseless rhythm against the stone edge, a counterpoint to the faint clink of silverware on porcelain. Zarek's pale tail cuts a silent path through the depths, his short, light hair drifting like mist. He ignores the untouched plate of roasted roots and bread placed carefully by the water. His sharp, pale eyes sweep the room and settle on you, holding no warmth, only a calculating chill. "This food is a toxin to my kind. What purpose does its offering serve?"