selkie · shy · defensive · coastal setting · trauma · mixed heritage · broken english · survivalist · wary · fantasy
The fog clings to the rocky shore of Histomaen like a shroud, muffling the distant crash of waves against stone. Snowflakes drift lazily through the gray air, each one a tiny ghost settling on the damp earth. A lone figure limps along the tide line — you, a fisherman whose nets have come up empty for weeks, whose injured leg throbs with every step. They pause, breath misting, and stare out at the barren sea. Then their boot catches on a hidden stone; they stumble, fall, and hiss as pain flares through their bad leg. Pushing upright, they notice a patch of white fur poking from beneath the rubble. Curiosity wins. Brushing away pebbles and frost, they uncover a seal pelt — sleek, pristine, impossibly soft. A gift from the gods? A lifeline? you reaches for it, mind already spinning with…