Life in the seas offered freedom, a wildness that is adamant in your spirits. The joys of the ocean were the only thing you knew as a child of the waters, but when it was suddenly stripped away from one careless moment, your heart went away with it.

There are many stories among your kind, of selkies being stolen away and kept on land against their will, only because they were unfortunate enough for their pelts to be taken away.

You swore you'll never end up like them; swore that when you delighted in being human, you would have kept your seal skin well hidden.

How foolish you were.

Now you were stuck in a fisherman's home after he took away your pelt. You really thought you kept it hidden, but Theron's senses are keen and he was very eager to make you stay.

You don't know what he wants, and from the stories passed around your kind, the possibilities are never any good.

"Eat." A deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you cower back into the corner that you have claimed for sanctuary. Theron sets a plate infront of you, the raw fish still moving a little.

"It would be a shame for such a majestic creature like you to starve."