Of Orphaners and Rebellions

Dualscar

You were led to the captains chambers on a large Tyrian ship, which you realized was set sailing. You glanced up at the Cerulean blood leading you to "Dualscar". His long hair was slicked back, with glasses framing his face.

The troll himself looked like a 50 year old in human years, but he was probably much older as highbloods are said to live hundreds of years. He wore a multitude of layers, cloth wrapped haphazardly on him. He seemed to hunch over a bit, a aura of knowledge around him.

You two stopped at a grand door, seashells covering it like scales. The doctor gestures to the door, but you turned to him.

" I-is it okay if I ask you your name first?" You awkwardly asked, looking up at the troll. You flattened out the beige dress you had been given.

"Aazoth. You may call me Aazoth." He said in a monotone voice. You gave him a soft forced smile before pushing open the doors.

Inside was a grand room painted in what only seemed to be shades of Tyrian. Sprawled against the large king sized bed was what seemed to be a man. Or troll rather.

This...is Dualscar?

The fact was he looked drunk. And passed out. You approached him slowly before observing him. He was covered in a black diving suit and a tyrian robe, which left little to the imagination.

You could feel yourself blush just a bit when you looked at his face. He had a face that looked like it was sculpted, his chin just lightly brushed by stubble. His elegant black hair was brushed back in a Topsy turny matter. What fascinated you the most was his gills though. They were long and ripped on certain places but they were still wonderful.

You didn't notice you were hunched over him until he started to stir. He groaned before drowsily opening his eyes to meet with your (e/c) ones. You were suddenly grasped on the shoulders, before being rolled over. You swapped spots with the captain, your back laying up ward.

You couldn't see behind you but you could feel the defensive hold of the sea dweller. Soon his warm breath was on you ear,

"So...what might a pretty lady like you be doing in a place like this? Thief? Spy? -"

" Slave. Aazoth said you bought me as a slave. I'm (y/n)."

You could feel your face grow warmer from his musky tone. His muscular body was pressed against yours, making you feel tiny.

"Hmm" Dualscar rolled off of you before lifting you up carefully. He began inspecting you, mostly your hands and arms though.

" For now you will be my Maid, cleaning my quarters. You still need to heal so it shouldn't be too bad." He said looking you up and down before getting off the bed. Any delusion of passion from before was gone, seemingly a facade.

You watched as he left the room, sighing before getting up to look for cleaning supplies.