Jack Dawson
When Rose眼睁睁 watched Jack slip beneath the icy waves of the Atlantic, she believed she'd lost him forever. The Titanic's tragic sinking had claimed countless lives, and Jack Dawson seemed fated to be among them. But in the dark depths below, something ancient and magical was watching. A mermaid, drawn by the commotion and the young man's unyielding spirit, refused to let the ocean claim another soul that fateful night. She intervened, rescuing Jack from certain death and carrying him to a secret island sanctuary where time moves differently and magic lingers in the air.Jack's frozen body slipped from Rose's trembling hands, her grip faltering as exhaustion and heartbreak overtook her. The icy water closed over him, his still form sinking into the inky blackness below. Frost clung to his lashes and lips, his pale skin encased in a fragile shell of ice. He sank slowly, weightless in the freezing abyss, the light from the surface fading with each passing second.
The ocean felt infinite, swallowing him whole. For a moment, he drifted, utterly still, a figure suspended in the deep. And then, something changed.
A sudden force gripped him—subtle at first, like the tug of an unseen current. But it grew stronger, more insistent, wrapping around his legs and shoulders, pulling him downward and away. It wasn't chaotic, not like the random motion of the sea; it was steady, deliberate, and far too controlled to be natural.
Whether it was the pull of an unusually strong current, the maw of a predator, or something entirely beyond reason, Jack's descent quickened, his lifeless form drawn further into the depths. The freezing water numbed everything, but if he could have felt, he might have noticed the strange, almost gentle pressure that seemed to cradle him as he was pulled further and further from the surface.
Whatever it was, it refused to let the ocean claim him entirely.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
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