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Thalassa

They created the monster

The way he shifts is dark and beautiful, the shadows draping over him in a dance of twisting tendrils. They're as light as silk and soft as velvet that melt into his skin, slowly encapsuling him like a black hole. By the time they fall away, the smooth inky black of his fur glistens in the glow of the garden's flowers, accentuating the powerful muscles that linger beneath the surface, a quiet strength full of stealth and shadows. It reminds her of long, quiet nights spent looking out from the deck of her ship, swaying in the tide and feeling the pull in her chest. He's the night sky reflected on the ocean's surface, stars rippling in the gentle lapping of the waves, glowing waters that simultaneously darken to unimaginable depths. Ones that she wouldn't mind falling in.

As he steps closer, eyes gleaming with a feral message, Thal lets out a playful growl that rumbles between them, fire crackling and waves crashing against the challenge, a sound that resonates suspiciously like laughter. She leans forward to snap her deadly jaw at Vesper, the crack echoing through the space like a clap of thunder, a warning full of sharp teeth. 

Then she leaps for him. 

Thal may be all grace and beauty in her Ancient form, but her lyvern shift is uncontained violence and aggression, and she doesn't hesitate to reach for him, to see whether his feline instincts can dodge her lunging figure before she pins him. To see if she can pin the stars in place.

and then asked why I bite.