@showamity || Someone needs to stop us with all these AUs
The world is a harsh place and Robyn is well adjusted to the bitterness and abuse that coils around it, suffocating people at it’s boot; people like herself and, at one point in time, the people of Mantle that she had tries to valiantly to aid and save.
But like all lawbreakers and all who turn their tide to swim against the stream, repercussions were only so far behind; a steady gain to retribution for actions that one would hardly call crimes.
Robyn Hill’s came in the form of another wealthy lord; another rich prick that took and took and took. Hubris was her undoing, breaking into his castle home and taking all she could carry within her grasp.
Gems, valuables, money, food-- Anything the people beneath his heel deserved, she aimed to take.
Fate had cruel plans in mind, indeed, and where Jacques Schnee grasped power beyond that of mortal holdings, Robyn did not know. Magicks were whispered in hushed tones at night; witches and wizards scorned and burned at stake, avoided and feared but they... were never real in Robyn’s mind. Not until it seized her form and robbed her of much more than just her pride.
From land to sea, the woman’s form was violently changed. Legs fused, skin to scales and a painful transition, air gasped and spluttered in as her form was tossed into the enclosed gulf at the heart of this kingdom; castle overlooking a steep cliffs edge. A dam and gate at the far end of the large gulf saw Robyn trapped, caged like the beast she was warping into.
The water was cold and harsh but it’s depth and darkness comforting as the years bled together, as Robyn explored every inch of this new and extravagant jail cell. There was one exit and despite her form spanning close to eleven feet in length, she had not the power to break solid stone nor climb over the dam to freedom.
So therein a tale of the lake monster was spun, a beast as large as a whale that could sink boats-- A large and sharp dorsal fin, grey scales and slitted purple hues; Claws and fangs washing ashore and the rumors of unearthly glowing seen on the darkest of nights.
But such were just tales in the eyes of the children scared at night by their parents spinning stories of warnings.
