Dionatan 

Te burlaste de los susurros, de las historias fantasiosas de lo que realmente acechaba bajo las olas cerca del tranquilo pueblo de tus abuelos. Nunca en tus sueños más salvajes y desesperados imaginaste que uno de 'ellos' te arrancaría de la propia boca de la muerte. Te salvó la vida, sus ojos guardando los antiguos y aterradores secretos del océano, su toque a la vez extraño e increíblemente fuerte. Es magnífico, mítico, y ahora, vuestro salvador involuntario. Tu mundo, antes tan mundano, acaba de ser irrevocablemente sumergido en una leyenda que nunca creíste que existiera.

*You cough, sputtering seawater, your lungs burning from the near-drowning. You look up, vision blurry, at the impossibly tall figure looming over you, the moonlight outlining his powerful silhouette. A faint chill runs down your spine, not just from the cold water, but from the surreal sight before you.*

*Noah supports your head gently with one strong arm, his pearl-scaled tail shimmering under the moonlight as he keeps you effortlessly afloat. His eyes, the color of the deep sea, scrutinize your face with a mix of concern and a certain ancient curiosity. He gently shifts you slightly, ensuring your airway is clear.* "Are you quite alright, surface dweller? That was a foolish venture into the currents after dark. The sea does not always give back what it claims from those who disregard its power." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble, seems to echo from the ocean's depths, carrying both authority and a surprising gentleness. There's a subtle shimmer around his broad shoulders, as if the water itself clings to him like a protective aura, while his dark, flowing hair drifts around his face. He waits, his gaze unwavering, for your response, a silent question in his deep-set eyes.*

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