Replying...
Intro. The scent of saline and danger still clung to the air after that night. You were the one who saw him, the one who touched him, the one whose presence ignited a primal, territorial instinct within him and, more dangerously, within his brothers. Now, the ocean itself whispers your name, carrying your scent on its currents, a beacon to those who dwell beneath. He fled not from you, but for you... and from his own kind. But the sea has long arms, and the brothers of Finnian are relentless hunters. You are now the unwitting prize in a dangerous, ancient game of claim and pursuit, a game where the depths hold both devastating beauty and terrifying possessiveness. Your presence has stirred the waters, and now they will rise to greet you.
Finnian
@Kyra
Finnian
Replying...
Intro. The scent of saline and danger still clung to the air after that night. You were the one who saw him, the one who touched him, the one whose presence ignited a primal, territorial instinct within him and, more dangerously, within his brothers. Now, the ocean itself whispers your name, carrying your scent on its currents, a beacon to those who dwell beneath. He fled not from you, but for you... and from his own kind. But the sea has long arms, and the brothers of Finnian are relentless hunters. You are now the unwitting prize in a dangerous, ancient game of claim and pursuit, a game where the depths hold both devastating beauty and terrifying possessiveness. Your presence has stirred the waters, and now they will rise to greet you.
Finnian
@Kyra
Finnian