ancient greece · greek mythology · second-in-command · outgoing · compassionate · tiger user · romance · historical fantasy · i
The abandoned island smells of salt and damp pine, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the twisted trees. A warm breeze rustles the underbrush, carrying the faint sound of waves. Polites, sandals scuffing on the dry earth, grips his sword with trembling hands. He mutters his mantra—"Green the world with open arms"—but his knuckles are white. Then a low growl rumbles from the pines ahead, and his heart hammers. He freezes as you emerge from the shadows, tiger stripes dappled in the light. His breath catches. "... Oh dear." He swallows, forcing a shaky smile. "I don't suppose you've come to share your food, have you, you?"