Selkie RP (Tsukiakari and danio)

"Look's like no one at the beach today"
Dane usually takes his walk at the beach, enjoying the spray of the ocean and the cool air. He couldn't complain about his more than decent life, living off his lottery fortune for 3 years now. Having a beach house to live in sure helps that he doesn't need to go out much to have a good time. Although, he only wishes that he had someone to have a good time with.
Dane sighed, hoping that one day he could bump into someone worthwhile. Though seeing the beach is empty at this late evening, Dane highly doubt it.

The waves crashed silently along the shore, slowly but surely driving the invisible shape that hid within them as it nervously, almost timidly, skirted along the coastline, staying just far out enough to sea as not to be noticed, and yet also lingering close enough as to catch a glimpse of the unusual world on the shore. It didn't seem right, to be honest... a world where one was limited to walking with their feet on the ground, where one couldn't swim freely amongst the waves... and yet, a world where there was warmth to stave off the cold ocean sea, a world where there were other people with whom one could freely talk. Of course, all of these things were just conjecture based upon the observer's various explorations along the edge of the coastline - she had only ever been on shore once or twice, and both times had swiftly fled, afraid of what might happen if she were found. And yet, she always returned, watching the comings and goings of the Humans on shore. And, as she did so, there seemed to be something that was - certain, maybe? - about the way things were, a feeling of nostalgia that told the watcher that the world of land was as it, in fact, seemed. It was this feeling of nostalgia, as well as an inexplicable feeling of urgency that might have simply been the voice of her own loneliness, that compelled her to come back each and every day.

It was late, which meant nobody would be around to see her. She could approach the land as she saw fit. And so, creeping beneath the cover of the waves, the dark shape slowly slipped behind the shelter of a cape, and began to silently, seamlessly emerge from the dark skins that had surrounded it before, the second, sea-dwelling body in which the watcher's land-based form dwelt. And, from the core of what might have at first appeared to be a beast of the ocean, emerged the lithe, limber shape of a Human being.

Her outer body's furs in hand, she slowly rose from the water after a quick check to make sure nobody was watching, and started wading towards the shore. At first, it seemed like things would go as they usually had, with a quick exploration cut short by her own timid nature. But this time, something distinctly different, and completely unexpected happened. Unused to her Human form as she was, the watcher had no idea how to realize, or how to react once she had grasped the situation, that there was a small sinkhole right in her path, concealed beneath the swiftly rising tide. And, as her legs suddenly gave way beneath her, she could do little more than utter a cry of alarm and fright as she instantly found herself plunged up to her neck in the water, unable to rise from where she had fallen as the thick, muddy ground her her lower body tightly. The tide was rising, and almost immediately she found her head slowly submerging. She tried to don her old skins once again, but as she had feared, without the use of her legs, she could not fully change bodies again, and found herself unable to revert from her Human form. She was trapped, and, ever-so-ironically, she was about to drown. Desperate now, she acted on instinct, and, raising her head above the water one last time, she did the only thing she could.

She gave a quiet scream, sucked in her breath, and then sank beneath the waves, even as she was consumed by the water still struggling to force herself back up. From that point onward, her only world was darkness. But as for the man walking on the shore, his world was about to change, as a black shape washed up in his path, half-clad in sealskins, half-drowned in the waves, and already halfway into a world in which she had no experience, and of which she had no knowledge. Half spirit of the sea, half Human. Half of a life clicking into place its its missing counterpart...

Two halves of a story that was even now about to unfold.

As Dane was walking, he noticed something in the distance hear shore. He could only make it out as a figure...shaped as a human.
He panicked and ran to the person, fearing the worst. As he got closer, he could see that it was a human..woman? "Oh no..Please don't be dead"
The odd woman had long red-brownish hair, slim figure and tan skin. She seemed to be breathing but barely. What was stranger was what was wrapped around her, a fur wrapping that almost looks like a seal's fur.
Dane carried the woman back home, not wanting to leave her at the cold. "Must have been one of the surfers that got lost..Poor lady"
As soon as he arrived at his house, Dane laid the woman on the couch, leaving the fur coat alone since he couldn't remove with without upseting the woman so he covered her with a light blanket.
"Doesn't look like there are bruises...Better get some water to warm you up"

Dane left to the kitchen, getting some water to boil.