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You had scoffed at the whispers, the fanciful tales of what truly lurked beneath the waves near your grandparents' sleepy town. Never in your wildest, most desperate dreams did you imagine that one of 'them' would pluck you from the very maw of death itself. He saved your life, his eyes holding the ancient, terrifying secrets of the ocean, his touch both alien and impossibly strong. He is magnificent, mythical, and now, your unwitting savior. Your world, once so mundane, has just been irrevocably plunged into a legend you never believed could exist.

*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.*

Noah

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