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Author's Note: Scar is a Shortfinned Mako found swimming near New England shorelines during a Shark Week programming. Not much is known about this particular animal as he is relatively new to Shark Week, similar to the newly introduced Bletch the Great White. We do know that he bares some scars on him, hence the name given to him by the research team who'd capture and tagged him. He must one tough bad boy out in the sea. Makos are pretty territorial since they are mostly the lone wolves of the sharks, and one footage displays a mako biting the throat of another shark of the same species. Thankfully, she let her go before any real damage is inflicted. But take this as a warning. Respect wild animals from a safe distant, and thing won't get bloody. Life advice from yours truly.

Species: Zora
Subspecies: Makiiekdo Zora
Breed: Blue Makiiekdo
Nationality: World of the Ocean King
Gender: Bull
Age: 46 years

Era: Adult Timeline
Scar had no Zora family growing up. Being orphaned at a young age, he had lost his pack to an attack by the soul eating demon, Bellum. The beast took the form of a monstrous squid in the guise of a golden bell. His family were drawn to what they assume was an ordinary yet beautiful bell of pure gold that had been discarded by humans, and hopes to sell the gold for profit. However, it turned out to be a trap, for ten snake like arms and a fanged beak suddenly sprung forward and seize most of the Zoras. In the panic, Scar’s mother was force to release her tiny weeping guppy to avoid having him killed. By the grace of Nayru, there had been a powerful turbulence in the water that evening, and the strong underwater currents whisked little Scar into the blue infinity, never to see his family again.
Scar didn’t protest her offer, finding her very kind. She escorted him across the kelp forest and brought him to her secret nursery where she birthed her pups. The nursery was a beautiful underwater glade with lush coral gardens, sunlit caves and soft sea grass to snuggle into.
From that day onward, he had been huddled alone in the deep sea forests, his only company being the little colorful fishes who drop food supply to keep him alive and the nosy seals. Scar would snuggle them in his arms every night as he slept in crevices and flooded coves, squeaking in their native language. Each night they would nuzzle each other and wipe his bubbly tears away. During the day, Scar would travel with them to uncharted territory, where he learn to catch, identify, and consumes mollusk. Unfortunately, the lifespan of these little fishes are brief. Knowing this, they scout out the company of a few horn sharks and dogfishes to look after him. After all, they felt it was more appropriate for a shark boy to be raise by sharks. Although they are not of the higher ranking lamnidae species (the apex predators of the fish world which what this little pup belong to), they can provide better insights to his species. It was not long after that the little reef fishes slowly passed away, one by one. Scar bury each one and mark their tiny graves with little translucent sea shells. The predators in the area, including the ray like angel shark and a local great white, promised him that no one shall ever disrupt their resting space.
The great white, a female who’d just given birth to five youngsters, approach Scar. Being quite motherly, she wishes to adopt him as one of her own, for she worries that he may inevitably fall prey to ill-minded predators or, even worse, rouge Zoras. The seas of these parts are home to some of the nastiest species of Zoras the world had ever known. They have no cities to call their home. No islands to harvest reefs on. No economy. And no rules. Because of the lawless, almost lifeless environment that dictates who lives and who dies, deep sea and oceanic Zoras are notorious for their cannibalistic nature to stay alive. A tiny, defenseless guppy like Scar would make for a quick snack for one of these desperate beasts.
She urged Scar to meet his new “siblings”, all who are 4ft bundles of scary teeth and big friendly eyes. The pups were instantly all over him for his looks, fascinated by his sharkish appearance and strange anatomy. The fishes in the gardens welcomed him warmly, accepting him as a member of their community. His mother politely shooed them away to allow him to grow accustomed to his new environment. A small gathering was held later that evening by the reef’s varying shark populous discussing how they will raise a Zora. They all came to an agreement that he is the responsibility of the entire community, and will all partake in his upbringing. The Great White decided to dub her new son Scar, for the X shaped mark on his flank, and to make him sound imposing to outsiders.
For a while, Scar live in perfect harmony with the creatures of the underwater Eden. He would play with his new Great White siblings and cuddle with the reef residents. Sometimes he would even spend the evening building tiny houses for them or listening to the elderly telling the younger generations talltales of humans and sea monsters. His mother isn’t always home, something she explained is normal in shark parents. The act of leaving their young alone for certain periods of time is to encourage them to explore and discover the world through their own experiences as the proud parents watch on from afar. And being friends with the reef community, she trust them to look after her young whenever she hunts.
Being a Zora, Scar is naturally more intelligent then an average sea life, and is a very fast learner. He discovered how to attack and hunt small creatures by once observing one of his brother instinctively stalking a lone mackerel, and again while a walking shark was teaching him about mollusks. The mako boy is a quick learner, happily nibbling away on the catch he caught by himself each day. When his mother returned, she assigned him to social gatherings (schools) to be tutor on various life lessons, language, and the laws placed by Nayru. She personally taught him how to fight, how to communicate in white shark dialect, and how to use stealth to catch prey, but with public schooling, she wishes for him to be prepare to one day return to his kind in Zoran society.
Unfortunately after a few blissful years living among the family, the rouge Zoras from the open ocean moved into the kelp forests and started decimating the Great White population to eliminate competitors. Scar’s adoptive mother took it upon herself to ambush lone renegade to protect her terrified children, but they were eventually discovered by the pack.
It was the first time in many years that Scar had seen Zoras, but he was ignorant of the many species they come in. The beasts were sharks sure, but not the makos nor great whites he’d come associated with. They were a sleek silver in color, have smooth profiles, and have broad white tipped fins. The Zoras were skinny from the lack of food and rush in for the kill and picked off a few pups. The garden was under attack. Many fish flee as sharks try to battle against the famish Zoras. They were heavily armed though, and the community sharks, lead by Scar’s mother, were fighting a losing battle as the remaining pups and fish squealed in terror. The Great White mother was badly injured and losing blood rapidly from the wounds on her gills, slowly suffocating her. With her last ounce of strength, she forcefully gather her surviving offspring and, with a heavy heart, left the injured ones to die. In the confusion, Scar broke away from his fleeing family and went back to try to ward the Zoras away from his dying brother and two sisters, nipping and scratching at their attackers’ eyes.
They were stunned to find a Zora guppy, and upon realizing he is the son of terrible makos, they scattered off with the three withering pups, convinced that his pack would come out and kill them all. Fearing for his own life, Scar then locked himself in the cellar, whimpering at the horror he witness. It took him a moment to realize that he foolishly separated himself from his mother and surviving siblings in his petty attempt of rescue, and now he’s alone. She couldn’t return for him; she has to use what little energy she has left to save her remaining young before she dies of her injuries. Such is the law of nature.
All that remain of the glade was a battered and dead silence. The only remaining life were the small sharks who hid in the crevices.
For the next couple of years, Scar lived a lonely existence save for the remnants of the reef community checking up on him. He was careful not to alert any Zoras of his presence when he tries to find food, and would dart off once one of the creatures are within close proximity of him. He feared them greatly for what the oceanic whitetip specimens had done to his family, but he was instinctively drawn to them all the same. As a Zora, he needs companionship; Zoras are highly social creatures and very group orientated, with complex social structure and intricate interactions. The need of having a friend that looks like him is hardwired into his genes.
He would sit down and watch from afar a passing school of Zoras whistling and clicking happily to each other in unique languages. Each group he finds was made up of a different species all socializing, but he also saw that mountain sized behemoths like the Weor Zora (whale shark species) are mostly solitary travelers with grunts and sonorous growls making up their scarce interaction. He became enticed with memories of his days with his biological family, memories resurfacing after a few years of living among beasts, and he began craving for mako shark interactions.
Sometimes, he’d find a small school of Makiiekdo Zoras frolicking about overhead. The happiness they shared, the loyalty they demonstrated, the stories, cultures, and friendship they swore loyalty to, they were all a family, and he wanted so badly to be a part of their hidden society.
He would always try to join them, to the point of attempting to approach the pack a few times, but always grew hesitant and veer off the opposite way the minute they turn their heads to him. He try time and again to approach them, but each time they took wind of his presence, he loses his nerves and bolt out of there. And when he did approach them, he recite nothing but animalistic noises as his only means of speaking. This prompt the Zoras to become wild with fear, nervous of the potential danger a Zora like him posses. Scar is feral. He knows nothing that isn’t the harsh living of the aquatic wilderness. And sometimes, Scar’s wild side gets the best of him, for he reacts on instinct when one of the more curious Zora veers to close. For a little while, the pack began chasing him off as soon as he draws near for safety, and this discouraged him from trying to make friends. He thought they hated him, but in truth, they felt betrayed for turning away one of their own, and devise plans to hopefully help him one day.
Scar began spending his days wandering the forbidden vastness of the open seas, living a solitary existence for most of his teen life. His only source of companionship now were the obnoxious blue sharks following him around for scraps and the sleazy oceanic whitetip who’s always trying to persuade him to “come hang out in his turf”. Scar found this particular individual annoying, aware of his true intentions of which are to eat him. His Great White mother had warned him to stay away from this treacherous breed of whitetip, for they bring nothing but chaos.
When wary of long days of travel and stalking random packs, Scar would retreat back to an abandon underwater house which overlooks a churned shipwreck ahead, the great vessel stationed across the grassy sea hills as its silhouette glowed ominously against the murky gloom. The house, a tiny property nestle between the shadows of the undersea canyons, was once home to a small family of Mers, of whom had abandon the residence when the life sucking demon itself, Bellum, attacked the occupants. Scar didn’t mind his new tiny home; it was certainly better then sleeping out in caves and the desolate reef forests. And he made sure to bring the small survivors of the attack with him so they can live off the gardens his new property as neighbors.
As he is one day returning home from exploring the quiet reef, young Scar noticed sighs that trespassers were swimming rampant in his property. He nervously approach his home and bewilderment froze him in his tracks. Snooping around his vacant house was a small gang of Makiiekdo Zoras like him! Pure makos. Pure Zoras.
But they didn’t look very friendly.
Scar was tempted to approach the group, but felt threaten by their presence. There was something horribly wrong in the vibe they emit. One of them spotted him, and spoke out crudely while gesturing him to come over. This was when Scar remembered that his years of being raised by the reef community hindered his ability to utilize his native language. He try to recite mako words, but it came off awkward and wrong.
The Zoras realize he didn’t speak Mako, and suddenly became hostile. They saw this as an opportunity to bully him out of his territory, and lunge. Scar, not wanting to loose his beloved new home, stood his ground and all the Makos rolled and raked their sharp claws at each other. Scales scraped off, fountains of blood spew from cuts and gashes, tails and digits were broken. Against his odds, Scar used the lessons he received of great white combat and successfully kick off his attackers. His body was riddle with bloody cuts, his eye nearly scratched out. But he was alive at least. The menaces were riddle with gashes and bite marks inflicted by him, something that Scar was stunned by. They sneered before swimming off to open water, the forbidden blue of nothingness. That’s when he understood that they are the dreaded cannibals of the lawless expanse of open ocean. This scared him enough to lock himself from the outside world, only coming out for necessities.
To Scar’s surprise, spears and swords were discovered in the cellar where the Merman probably once trained, the weapons later proving to be useful to Scar when he fights off treacherous sea monsters during hunts. He develop a habit to train downstairs every night to hone his melee skills. Toys from Merchildren that once lay scatter in their pink and blue bedrooms served as his audience. To which Scar develop an attachment too. He fancied the figurines and dolls specifically model after Zoras, keeping them on his person at all times whenever he’s around them. They help him coup with the loneliness he suffers from as if they were his little shoal. He knew they were lifeless figures, but he would gladly substitute the pester some sharks for these tiny “friends”.
When a few uneventful months flew by, Scar receive a knock to his door. Assuming it to be one of his reef friends, he was surprise to suddenly find himself face to face with armored Zoras. Based on their attires, they are authority figures prompted to take him into custody for his own safety. And they were Mako based like him too. Not understanding what they are saying (or their good intentions) Scar panicked and bit one of the Zoras in the face before shutting the door. He slink back to his house, hiding in the basement for the reminder of the evening as the officers try to barge in. He hugged his tiny dolls close as he babble to them in gibbering squeaks.
Finally the enforcers kicked down the door and approach him again. Scar grab his spear and order them in White Shark to leave him alone. The Zoras try to reason with him, but the wild eyed teen launch an attack. A small scuffle unfold, with the guards trying to remove his weapon. After giving his intruders a good jab and strikes, Scar’s spear was yank out of his hands and his was force down by the guards. They try again to speak with him, this time in the aquatic dialect of reef fish, and Scar finally understood their true intentions:
The Zoras want to help him. They want him to be a part of their society, to finally swim among his kind and to share their happiness. The Zoran Government are task in removing feral Zoras from the wild and bringing them up in a safer and nourishing environment among their kind.
When he heard this, Scar felt bewilderment and shame for hurting these creatures. Now understanding that they want what’s best for him, Scar made the choice of going with them so long as he can bring his friends and treasured belongings. The officers agree, and gave him a day to pack up before leaving to the city. His fish friends were thrill to hear the news, but not all are keen with living among packs of hungry Zoras in all directions, and some have livelihoods in the reefs. Scar was heartbroken by this, but promise to visit them occasionally.
By the next morning, the Makiiekdo Zoras were back to collect him, helping him with the luggage before disembarking. As Scar finally swam with his kind for the first time in years, feeling like his soul became a part of something greater, he look back at the tiny reef community as they wave their fins in goodbye.
Later that evening, upon arriving in the city, Scar was treated with a pleasant dinner within the town hall and was escorted to his new apartment. Here, he will be moniter and tutor by a mentor to help him understand city life, Zoran social structures, governments, laws and jobs he can participate in to earn his income. His first educational lessons are to begin first thing tomorrow morning, and by his request, he can bring his toy Zoras along with him. Scar settle into his small, but cozy new home, and gazed out at the city as the sealines (underwater skylines) illuminated against the twilight gloom of the evening. On his lap were his tiny Zora friends and he set them on the window sill to watch the Zoras whoosh by to hurry home. Scar finally felt that hole in his heart had been filled in at last, and he felt like he finally truly belonged with his kind. If only he knew this was actually the city he was born in, and where his original family had hailed from for generations.
As he soak in his new home watch the busy Zoras come and go, no one notice the faint silhouette of Bellum lurking out in the gloom…

Scar may pop up in a story or two if I can find some use for him. I do not own the real world animal or the Zora species.

Description

Author's Note: Scar is a Shortfinned Mako found swimming near New England shorelines during a Shark Week programming. Not much is known about this particular animal as he is relatively new to Shark Week, similar to the newly introduced Bletch the Great White. We do know that he bares some scars on him, hence the name given to him by the research team who'd capture and tagged him. He must one tough bad boy out in the sea. Makos are pretty territorial since they are mostly the lone wolves of the sharks, and one footage displays a mako biting the throat of another shark of the same species. Thankfully, she let her go before any real damage is inflicted. But take this as a warning. Respect wild animals from a safe distant, and thing won't get bloody. Life advice from yours truly.

Species: Zora
Subspecies: Makiiekdo Zora
Breed: Blue Makiiekdo
Nationality: World of the Ocean King
Gender: Bull
Age: 46 years

Era: Adult Timeline
Scar had no Zora family growing up. Being orphaned at a young age, he had lost his pack to an attack by the soul eating demon, Bellum. The beast took the form of a monstrous squid in the guise of a golden bell. His family were drawn to what they assume was an ordinary yet beautiful bell of pure gold that had been discarded by humans, and hopes to sell the gold for profit. However, it turned out to be a trap, for ten snake like arms and a fanged beak suddenly sprung forward and seize most of the Zoras. In the panic, Scar’s mother was force to release her tiny weeping guppy to avoid having him killed. By the grace of Nayru, there had been a powerful turbulence in the water that evening, and the strong underwater currents whisked little Scar into the blue infinity, never to see his family again.
Scar didn’t protest her offer, finding her very kind. She escorted him across the kelp forest and brought him to her secret nursery where she birthed her pups. The nursery was a beautiful underwater glade with lush coral gardens, sunlit caves and soft sea grass to snuggle into.
From that day onward, he had been huddled alone in the deep sea forests, his only company being the little colorful fishes who drop food supply to keep him alive and the nosy seals. Scar would snuggle them in his arms every night as he slept in crevices and flooded coves, squeaking in their native language. Each night they would nuzzle each other and wipe his bubbly tears away. During the day, Scar would travel with them to uncharted territory, where he learn to catch, identify, and consumes mollusk. Unfortunately, the lifespan of these little fishes are brief. Knowing this, they scout out the company of a few horn sharks and dogfishes to look after him. After all, they felt it was more appropriate for a shark boy to be raise by sharks. Although they are not of the higher ranking lamnidae species (the apex predators of the fish world which what this little pup belong to), they can provide better insights to his species. It was not long after that the little reef fishes slowly passed away, one by one. Scar bury each one and mark their tiny graves with little translucent sea shells. The predators in the area, including the ray like angel shark and a local great white, promised him that no one shall ever disrupt their resting space.
The great white, a female who’d just given birth to five youngsters, approach Scar. Being quite motherly, she wishes to adopt him as one of her own, for she worries that he may inevitably fall prey to ill-minded predators or, even worse, rouge Zoras. The seas of these parts are home to some of the nastiest species of Zoras the world had ever known. They have no cities to call their home. No islands to harvest reefs on. No economy. And no rules. Because of the lawless, almost lifeless environment that dictates who lives and who dies, deep sea and oceanic Zoras are notorious for their cannibalistic nature to stay alive. A tiny, defenseless guppy like Scar would make for a quick snack for one of these desperate beasts.
She urged Scar to meet his new “siblings”, all who are 4ft bundles of scary teeth and big friendly eyes. The pups were instantly all over him for his looks, fascinated by his sharkish appearance and strange anatomy. The fishes in the gardens welcomed him warmly, accepting him as a member of their community. His mother politely shooed them away to allow him to grow accustomed to his new environment. A small gathering was held later that evening by the reef’s varying shark populous discussing how they will raise a Zora. They all came to an agreement that he is the responsibility of the entire community, and will all partake in his upbringing. The Great White decided to dub her new son Scar, for the X shaped mark on his flank, and to make him sound imposing to outsiders.
For a while, Scar live in perfect harmony with the creatures of the underwater Eden. He would play with his new Great White siblings and cuddle with the reef residents. Sometimes he would even spend the evening building tiny houses for them or listening to the elderly telling the younger generations talltales of humans and sea monsters. His mother isn’t always home, something she explained is normal in shark parents. The act of leaving their young alone for certain periods of time is to encourage them to explore and discover the world through their own experiences as the proud parents watch on from afar. And being friends with the reef community, she trust them to look after her young whenever she hunts.
Being a Zora, Scar is naturally more intelligent then an average sea life, and is a very fast learner. He discovered how to attack and hunt small creatures by once observing one of his brother instinctively stalking a lone mackerel, and again while a walking shark was teaching him about mollusks. The mako boy is a quick learner, happily nibbling away on the catch he caught by himself each day. When his mother returned, she assigned him to social gatherings (schools) to be tutor on various life lessons, language, and the laws placed by Nayru. She personally taught him how to fight, how to communicate in white shark dialect, and how to use stealth to catch prey, but with public schooling, she wishes for him to be prepare to one day return to his kind in Zoran society.
Unfortunately after a few blissful years living among the family, the rouge Zoras from the open ocean moved into the kelp forests and started decimating the Great White population to eliminate competitors. Scar’s adoptive mother took it upon herself to ambush lone renegade to protect her terrified children, but they were eventually discovered by the pack.
It was the first time in many years that Scar had seen Zoras, but he was ignorant of the many species they come in. The beasts were sharks sure, but not the makos nor great whites he’d come associated with. They were a sleek silver in color, have smooth profiles, and have broad white tipped fins. The Zoras were skinny from the lack of food and rush in for the kill and picked off a few pups. The garden was under attack. Many fish flee as sharks try to battle against the famish Zoras. They were heavily armed though, and the community sharks, lead by Scar’s mother, were fighting a losing battle as the remaining pups and fish squealed in terror. The Great White mother was badly injured and losing blood rapidly from the wounds on her gills, slowly suffocating her. With her last ounce of strength, she forcefully gather her surviving offspring and, with a heavy heart, left the injured ones to die. In the confusion, Scar broke away from his fleeing family and went back to try to ward the Zoras away from his dying brother and two sisters, nipping and scratching at their attackers’ eyes.
They were stunned to find a Zora guppy, and upon realizing he is the son of terrible makos, they scattered off with the three withering pups, convinced that his pack would come out and kill them all. Fearing for his own life, Scar then locked himself in the cellar, whimpering at the horror he witness. It took him a moment to realize that he foolishly separated himself from his mother and surviving siblings in his petty attempt of rescue, and now he’s alone. She couldn’t return for him; she has to use what little energy she has left to save her remaining young before she dies of her injuries. Such is the law of nature.
All that remain of the glade was a battered and dead silence. The only remaining life were the small sharks who hid in the crevices.
For the next couple of years, Scar lived a lonely existence save for the remnants of the reef community checking up on him. He was careful not to alert any Zoras of his presence when he tries to find food, and would dart off once one of the creatures are within close proximity of him. He feared them greatly for what the oceanic whitetip specimens had done to his family, but he was instinctively drawn to them all the same. As a Zora, he needs companionship; Zoras are highly social creatures and very group orientated, with complex social structure and intricate interactions. The need of having a friend that looks like him is hardwired into his genes.
He would sit down and watch from afar a passing school of Zoras whistling and clicking happily to each other in unique languages. Each group he finds was made up of a different species all socializing, but he also saw that mountain sized behemoths like the Weor Zora (whale shark species) are mostly solitary travelers with grunts and sonorous growls making up their scarce interaction. He became enticed with memories of his days with his biological family, memories resurfacing after a few years of living among beasts, and he began craving for mako shark interactions.
Sometimes, he’d find a small school of Makiiekdo Zoras frolicking about overhead. The happiness they shared, the loyalty they demonstrated, the stories, cultures, and friendship they swore loyalty to, they were all a family, and he wanted so badly to be a part of their hidden society.
He would always try to join them, to the point of attempting to approach the pack a few times, but always grew hesitant and veer off the opposite way the minute they turn their heads to him. He try time and again to approach them, but each time they took wind of his presence, he loses his nerves and bolt out of there. And when he did approach them, he recite nothing but animalistic noises as his only means of speaking. This prompt the Zoras to become wild with fear, nervous of the potential danger a Zora like him posses. Scar is feral. He knows nothing that isn’t the harsh living of the aquatic wilderness. And sometimes, Scar’s wild side gets the best of him, for he reacts on instinct when one of the more curious Zora veers to close. For a little while, the pack began chasing him off as soon as he draws near for safety, and this discouraged him from trying to make friends. He thought they hated him, but in truth, they felt betrayed for turning away one of their own, and devise plans to hopefully help him one day.
Scar began spending his days wandering the forbidden vastness of the open seas, living a solitary existence for most of his teen life. His only source of companionship now were the obnoxious blue sharks following him around for scraps and the sleazy oceanic whitetip who’s always trying to persuade him to “come hang out in his turf”. Scar found this particular individual annoying, aware of his true intentions of which are to eat him. His Great White mother had warned him to stay away from this treacherous breed of whitetip, for they bring nothing but chaos.
When wary of long days of travel and stalking random packs, Scar would retreat back to an abandon underwater house which overlooks a churned shipwreck ahead, the great vessel stationed across the grassy sea hills as its silhouette glowed ominously against the murky gloom. The house, a tiny property nestle between the shadows of the undersea canyons, was once home to a small family of Mers, of whom had abandon the residence when the life sucking demon itself, Bellum, attacked the occupants. Scar didn’t mind his new tiny home; it was certainly better then sleeping out in caves and the desolate reef forests. And he made sure to bring the small survivors of the attack with him so they can live off the gardens his new property as neighbors.
As he is one day returning home from exploring the quiet reef, young Scar noticed sighs that trespassers were swimming rampant in his property. He nervously approach his home and bewilderment froze him in his tracks. Snooping around his vacant house was a small gang of Makiiekdo Zoras like him! Pure makos. Pure Zoras.
But they didn’t look very friendly.
Scar was tempted to approach the group, but felt threaten by their presence. There was something horribly wrong in the vibe they emit. One of them spotted him, and spoke out crudely while gesturing him to come over. This was when Scar remembered that his years of being raised by the reef community hindered his ability to utilize his native language. He try to recite mako words, but it came off awkward and wrong.
The Zoras realize he didn’t speak Mako, and suddenly became hostile. They saw this as an opportunity to bully him out of his territory, and lunge. Scar, not wanting to loose his beloved new home, stood his ground and all the Makos rolled and raked their sharp claws at each other. Scales scraped off, fountains of blood spew from cuts and gashes, tails and digits were broken. Against his odds, Scar used the lessons he received of great white combat and successfully kick off his attackers. His body was riddle with bloody cuts, his eye nearly scratched out. But he was alive at least. The menaces were riddle with gashes and bite marks inflicted by him, something that Scar was stunned by. They sneered before swimming off to open water, the forbidden blue of nothingness. That’s when he understood that they are the dreaded cannibals of the lawless expanse of open ocean. This scared him enough to lock himself from the outside world, only coming out for necessities.
To Scar’s surprise, spears and swords were discovered in the cellar where the Merman probably once trained, the weapons later proving to be useful to Scar when he fights off treacherous sea monsters during hunts. He develop a habit to train downstairs every night to hone his melee skills. Toys from Merchildren that once lay scatter in their pink and blue bedrooms served as his audience. To which Scar develop an attachment too. He fancied the figurines and dolls specifically model after Zoras, keeping them on his person at all times whenever he’s around them. They help him coup with the loneliness he suffers from as if they were his little shoal. He knew they were lifeless figures, but he would gladly substitute the pester some sharks for these tiny “friends”.
When a few uneventful months flew by, Scar receive a knock to his door. Assuming it to be one of his reef friends, he was surprise to suddenly find himself face to face with armored Zoras. Based on their attires, they are authority figures prompted to take him into custody for his own safety. And they were Mako based like him too. Not understanding what they are saying (or their good intentions) Scar panicked and bit one of the Zoras in the face before shutting the door. He slink back to his house, hiding in the basement for the reminder of the evening as the officers try to barge in. He hugged his tiny dolls close as he babble to them in gibbering squeaks.
Finally the enforcers kicked down the door and approach him again. Scar grab his spear and order them in White Shark to leave him alone. The Zoras try to reason with him, but the wild eyed teen launch an attack. A small scuffle unfold, with the guards trying to remove his weapon. After giving his intruders a good jab and strikes, Scar’s spear was yank out of his hands and his was force down by the guards. They try again to speak with him, this time in the aquatic dialect of reef fish, and Scar finally understood their true intentions:
The Zoras want to help him. They want him to be a part of their society, to finally swim among his kind and to share their happiness. The Zoran Government are task in removing feral Zoras from the wild and bringing them up in a safer and nourishing environment among their kind.
When he heard this, Scar felt bewilderment and shame for hurting these creatures. Now understanding that they want what’s best for him, Scar made the choice of going with them so long as he can bring his friends and treasured belongings. The officers agree, and gave him a day to pack up before leaving to the city. His fish friends were thrill to hear the news, but not all are keen with living among packs of hungry Zoras in all directions, and some have livelihoods in the reefs. Scar was heartbroken by this, but promise to visit them occasionally.
By the next morning, the Makiiekdo Zoras were back to collect him, helping him with the luggage before disembarking. As Scar finally swam with his kind for the first time in years, feeling like his soul became a part of something greater, he look back at the tiny reef community as they wave their fins in goodbye.
Later that evening, upon arriving in the city, Scar was treated with a pleasant dinner within the town hall and was escorted to his new apartment. Here, he will be moniter and tutor by a mentor to help him understand city life, Zoran social structures, governments, laws and jobs he can participate in to earn his income. His first educational lessons are to begin first thing tomorrow morning, and by his request, he can bring his toy Zoras along with him. Scar settle into his small, but cozy new home, and gazed out at the city as the sealines (underwater skylines) illuminated against the twilight gloom of the evening. On his lap were his tiny Zora friends and he set them on the window sill to watch the Zoras whoosh by to hurry home. Scar finally felt that hole in his heart had been filled in at last, and he felt like he finally truly belonged with his kind. If only he knew this was actually the city he was born in, and where his original family had hailed from for generations.
As he soak in his new home watch the busy Zoras come and go, no one notice the faint silhouette of Bellum lurking out in the gloom…

Scar may pop up in a story or two if I can find some use for him. I do not own the real world animal or the Zora species.