Sensing the sea was disturbed by something, Orm waved a hand at his guards to stay back, he turned his Tylo towards the area, his eyes, and ears open for anything. He paused at the barren area, stripped of any sort of life by those surface dwellers, and paused, sweeping the floor with a sharp glance. He paused when he saw the net, weighted even.
He dismounted, patting the Tylo's snout to make him stay, and swam down to the netting. He recoiled a bit once he realized there was someone alive in that pile of rope and metal. But something whispered in his head to see what the surface dwellers had done as more of a mark against them.
Orm kneeled and pulled out a small dagger, slicing the ropes and revealing a woman. Not human, but a selkie. He hadn't seen one in years, and there were only stories of them that he could recall. And she looked as if she had been skinned.
He beckoned to the hovering guard and ordered him to bring something to wrap her in for modesty's sake and then hoisted her and himself up on his Tylo's back. She had been skinned and tossed in the ocean to slowly die tangled in ropes and metal.
Orm was gentle with her, giving questioning looks only the barest of attention. She had been directly hurt by the humans on the surface, and she was a rare selkie. She was his. Perhaps she would be useful, even without her skin.
Calling a discreet healer as they arrived back in the city, Orm carried her to some chambers near his in the palace. Once she woke, he would figure out her duties.
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He dismounted, patting the Tylo's snout to make him stay, and swam down to the netting. He recoiled a bit once he realized there was someone alive in that pile of rope and metal. But something whispered in his head to see what the surface dwellers had done as more of a mark against them.
Orm kneeled and pulled out a small dagger, slicing the ropes and revealing a woman. Not human, but a selkie. He hadn't seen one in years, and there were only stories of them that he could recall. And she looked as if she had been skinned.
He beckoned to the hovering guard and ordered him to bring something to wrap her in for modesty's sake and then hoisted her and himself up on his Tylo's back. She had been skinned and tossed in the ocean to slowly die tangled in ropes and metal.
Orm was gentle with her, giving questioning looks only the barest of attention. She had been directly hurt by the humans on the surface, and she was a rare selkie. She was his. Perhaps she would be useful, even without her skin.
Calling a discreet healer as they arrived back in the city, Orm carried her to some chambers near his in the palace. Once she woke, he would figure out her duties.