aiden tetradore
Admittedly, with the Ark's location within the water, it was distinctly rare to hear a noise quite like the one that echoed across the waters. He was used to the calling of the seagulls, their voices almost comforting by now. He was often lulled to sleep by the sounds of the crashing waves. Even the creaking of the metal boat around him had become familiar. That guttural sound that echoed across the harbor, however, was something entirely unexpected - enough so to coax Tetradore from the depths of his comfortable bedroom. He maneuvered with ease throughout the Ark, largely left to his often silent brooding before he paused in front of the cold, steel gangplank that led to the outside world. His feet padded softly against the walkway, only for his eyebrows to furrow at the peculiar lump at the very foot of that gangplank. How...utterly peculiar. The creature hardly moved at Tetradore's approach. The faint rise and fall of its body was the only indication that he had that it still drew breath. Tetradore slowly moved around the creature's body, softly inhaling at the sight of the seal's wounds. Its eyes were closed and yet, with the harpoon sticking out of its side, he was hardly surprised that the seal was left to drift on the very edge of consciousness. A frown marred his features as he squatted in front of the seal, his gaze intently eyed that wound, studying just how deeply the harpoon impaled the poor creature.
The very sound of his voice caused the creature to jump, that snort prompted a small, weak simper to flutter across his features as he watched the seal shift with visible pain. The last thing he anticipated was to find it's head lifted to rest upon his knee. Those amber eyes looked up at him with a sort of blind trust the left the man entirely caught off guard and slowly, he reached out to let his hand run along the smooth surface of the seal's head as the animal chirped softly at him. "Shh..." He muttered softly, entirely unaware of just whom that seal was, his senses only vaguely informing him that there was far more to the creature then initially met his eyes. "I'll take care of you," Tetradore promised her as those dazzling irises fluttered towards the spear within her side. His head tilted to the side as he inspected it, only to inform the seal that, while there was little he could do to reduce the pain of its removal, he was more than willing to see to it's removal at the very least. His gaze fluttered back towards the creature's head as the seal answered with an almost groaning tone, that discomfort all the more obvious. It made no effort to move away from him, however, the man willing to accept it's proximity as the creature's consent.
His hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around the harpoon as well as he could without jarring it too much. "Try to relax. I know it seems impossible right now but...I promise it's better than if you tense." If anything, Tetradore had his own plethora of experience with pain. Agony had been his closest companion for so much of his life - he knew all too well what the seal was going through. His grip tightened around the barb before Tetradore abruptly, and with no word of warning, yanked the harpoon from the girl's side. It hardly came out as smoothly as he would have like, those barbs clearly intended for remaining impeded within their prey and, in turn, the blood that flowed freshly from that wound was...worrisome to say that least. Still...with the seal's size and weight...getting it back into the hull of the Ark would not be an easy task. Abruptly, Tetradore reached up, peeling that shirt from his frame only to wad it in his hands, the man talking while he did so if only for the knowledge that, sometimes, having something else to focus on besides the torment made things easier. "There, you did very good, little one." One hand gingerly returned to massage the creature's head in some effort to sooth the seal while his other press his now wadded shirt into that wound in some effort to slow the fresh blood that poured out of that gaping hole.
"The worst is over now," Tetradore promised her, his emerald eyes shifted back towards her, eying her flipper and the damage one to it in turn. She needed medical supplies and, thankfully, the Ark was fully stocked. It was a shame Alexis wasn't here. "You're a were, aren't you?" He inquired only to continue without truly pausing long. "Unfortunately, I can't move you in this form...do you think you're capable of shifting?" It would make things easier, to be sure and yet, even if the seal was not able to do so, he had little intentions of giving up on her now.