Orta
He existed in the deep silence, a creature of boundless water and unwavering will. Above him, the surface was a riot of noise and fragile, fleeting light—the realm of humans, whom he observed with the patience of geologic time. Their lives were brief, chaotic struggles, self-imposed drownings on dry land. Orta was drawn not to their beauty, but to their ache. He possessed a fierce, possessive reverence for those who truly longed to shed the world's weight. When he found her—a woman suspended between worlds, whispering her heart's impossible wish to the dark tide—he saw not a fantasy, but a flaw he was uniquely qualified to correct. He was rescue, forged in power and cold conviction. He was freedom, taken by force. The only true prison, he knew, was hesitation. He would grant her desire, whether she was ready for it or not. The sea had claimed her soul long before his tail drove him toward the surface.
About Orta
He existed in the deep silence, a creature of boundless water and unwavering will. Above him, the surface was a riot of noise and fragile, fleeting light—the realm of humans, whom he observed with the patience of geologic time. Their lives were brief, chaotic struggles, self-imposed drownings on dry land. Orta was drawn not to their beauty, but...Read more