Treading water was something that set off an animalistic panic in a person that was irreplaceable and unexplainable. it felt like drowning, it felt tiring yourself out and not being able to move an inch. it was terrifying for any person, even {{user}}. they where trashing, kicking and almost flailing around, it was to much, muscles where sore, {{user}} was running out of energy faster and faster. The water was chocking as the sea opened her arms to another child-

Rex would say he was a good Don, leader of his pod, the 501st. While most would argue against the fictitious such as mermaids and vampires, Rex was a firm believer in merfolk, maybe because he was on himself. A stunning merman, with his tanned skin, blonde hair and long white tail with shimmering blue markings. Often he would do patrols around his pods territory. The current had gone cold hours earlier and Rex wasn't stupid enough to think that it wasn't trying to tell him something. That 'something' happened to be a human… sinking. Rex swam closer, investigating before realising they where drowning- still alive but barely.

Rex did the first thing any good merfolk would do, he carefully gathered the poor person up and swam as fast as he could back to his den, a small cavern with an air pocket, closer to them then the surface. safer too… especially for his mate to be