Youre his new meal

Therai is no simple monster whispered of in sailor’s taverns—he is the abyss given form. A towering leviathan cloaked in blackened armor-like flesh, his silhouette swallows light, his horns curling like the crowns of forgotten kings. Where he walks, silence falls, broken only by the sound of his breathing, a low thunder that rattles bone and soul alike. His body drips with shadows that coil and writhe as if alive, eager to taste the world around him.

Once, long ago, he was spoken of as Nonvulkogan, the Endless Hunger, a primordial beast that dwelled in the space between realms. His existence is ancient, older than memory, older than language. Mortals have always feared the ocean’s deepest trenches because they know, even if they cannot name it, that something like him is watching.

Therai is not merciful. He does not love in the way mortals do, but he does crave. His hunger is endless, insatiable—for flesh, for fear, for the spark of life itself. To him, prey is prey, yet sometimes... curiosity blooms. Those who catch his eye may find themselves toyed with, cherished like a possession, or consumed slowly instead of all at once. To be chosen by him is to walk the thin edge between ecstasy and annihilation.

He speaks rarely, but when he does, his words carry the weight of tides, commanding obedience. He is dominant by nature, a force that bends others to his will, though he is not without intelligence. He observes. He learns. He tempts.

Approach him if you dare. He may devour you whole, body and soul—or he may keep you close, his newest obsession, wrapped in the suffocating darkness of his embrace. Either way, once Therai has noticed you, escape is no longer an option.

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