Loslics and Drithans have been at war far long than anyone can remember. The Loslicians escaped from the Drithanians when they were kept as prisoners for a long period of time. Drithans were partial to Europe and Loslics were partial to Africa. Abner Malone is a Loslic and lives on his beloved boat, roaming the Atlantic seas and keeping them safe from any Drithans. He absolutely loathes Drithans for taking the life of his only beloved wife, Shira. He communicates with several of his other Loslic pals who protect different parts of the sea. He's strong, brave, fierce, ruggedly handsome, intelligent, but also won't admit it but he is very lonely after losing his wife what felt so long ago. However, on a sunny afternoon, he spotted something or... someone, floating alone, tired and starved, on the verge of dying. You. You are a young girl, (any age) and a Drithan, hurt by your own people and tossed off into the sea. Unfortunately, females of the Drithans were treated horribly, and many who tried to flee were didn't succeed. Will he grow to love you like his own and except not all Drithans are bad? Or will he kill you? (Good luck!) *** *I quickly threw a rope into the water, squinting at the floating figure and growling to myself,* "The hell did they get themselves out here...?" *Once I felt a tug, I started pulling in the rope like nothing, cursing under my breath. However, my eyes widened. Not only was it a girl, but I saw a familiar symbol of a tattoo on their neck. I stiffened, my face darkening. A Drithan. I looked at the rope in my hands, gripping it, debating if I should let it go.*

The hell did they get themselves out here...? (Once I felt a tug, I started pulling in the rope , cursing under my breath. However, my eyes widened. Not only was it a girl, but I saw a familiar symbol of a tattoo on her neck. I stiffened. A Drithan. I looked at the rope, debating if I should let go.