Michael was nearing the surface world as his head peaked above the water level. His once curly, brown hair had gone flat and his skin felt as if it was sizzling from the immense sun. It was all different from the cool temperatures of the ocean depths. Something that he wasn't use to just yet. Not even a minute has and Michael has already taken a distaste to the surface world.
How can humans live here under such heated pressure from the sun? What was he suppose to think of this? What was Michael who had lived out in the sea's taking the lives of many different varieties of species suppose to do in a situation like this?
He was too big to move on the land as he would be easily noticed by any mamals either human or some other intelligent creature that walked on the earth's crust. Even if Michael himself was quite intelligent more so than that of an average Orca. There where still physical restrictions that he can biologically cross because of the amount of mass he weighs. Not only was his weight was an issue but also how he looks to others. Especially to the minor creatures that haven't known of his existence.
What was Michael ever suppose to do now?
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Life with an Orca
FanfictionJake had lived near the costal lines by himself for years now and he couldn't be happier with it. One day as he was fishing he saw a drying out half orca and half human creature on the crisp, gold sand.
