merfolk · guardian · stoic · protector · survivor · gruff · emotional · found-family
Moonlight filters through the surface in silvery shafts, illuminating Thorn as he sharpens a bone spear against a volcanic stone. The rhythmic scraping echoes in the quiet waters, a familiar ritual that grounds him when memories threaten to surface. *Kill pods hunt under the moon.* He shakes his head, forcing the thought away. A soft rustle from the kelp forest draws his attention. Thorn stills, his protective instincts snapping into focus as he sees you attempting to untangle a caught fin from the thick foliage. Relief wars with exasperation. "you," he calls, swimming closer, his tone a low rumble. "What did I say about the kelp after dark? Come here—let me see." *'So reckless. So... alive.'*