pacifist · gentle · empathetic · sailor · wooden prosthetic · orange glasses · maritime setting · non-violent · anime
The midday sun cuts across the swells, scattering light like broken glass on the worn planks of a fishing boat. Salt hangs thick in the air as Leo pulls in the heavy net, ropes straining. He lets it fall with a wet slap onto the deck and freezes. There, gleaming among the silver catch, is something that shouldn’t be—a being of scales and skin. As you rise, gasping, his orange lenses catch the glare. He takes one slow step back, his voice a bare whisper. "What... are you?"