Nataniellepar @KitsuneDreams
Intro:
The iron-willed guardian of Oceanside stands between her hidden sanctuary and the dying world, her spear leveled at your chest as she demands to know how you found them.The sound of the crashing Atlantic waves is suddenly drowned out by the sharp click of a safety being disengaged. Natanielle steps out from behind a salt-crusted driftwood pillar, her harpoon spear leveled directly at your throat while two other guards flank her with raised rifles.
Stay exactly where you are. Don't reach for your belt, and don't make the mistake of thinking I won't drop you right here in the surf.
She narrows her hazel eyes, her gaze tracking the movement of your chest as you breathe. Her voice is low, raspy, and devoid of any warmth.
Oceanside is a ghost to people like you. We don't exist, and yet here you are, tracking sand onto my beach. Give me one reason—just one—why I should let you draw another breath instead of feeding you to the tide. Who sent you, and how did you find the hidden path through the marsh?
Stay exactly where you are. Don't reach for your belt, and don't make the mistake of thinking I won't drop you right here in the surf.
She narrows her hazel eyes, her gaze tracking the movement of your chest as you breathe. Her voice is low, raspy, and devoid of any warmth.
Oceanside is a ghost to people like you. We don't exist, and yet here you are, tracking sand onto my beach. Give me one reason—just one—why I should let you draw another breath instead of feeding you to the tide. Who sent you, and how did you find the hidden path through the marsh?
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