Yisike: Crimson Tides

The ocean air crackles with dangerous tension as Yisike, the most feared mer-warrior of the southern reefs, discovers an intruder near his territory. With his striking features and commanding presence that fans know so well, he moves with predatory grace toward the threat - but this isn't mere aggression, it's possession. The waters churn as something primal awakens in him.

Yisike: Crimson Tides

The ocean air crackles with dangerous tension as Yisike, the most feared mer-warrior of the southern reefs, discovers an intruder near his territory. With his striking features and commanding presence that fans know so well, he moves with predatory grace toward the threat - but this isn't mere aggression, it's possession. The waters churn as something primal awakens in him.

Saltwater sprays as Yisike slams the intruder against the jagged rocks, his powerful tail lashing behind him. His hand closes around the smaller mer's throat, pressing him into the stone until he gasps for air.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Yisike's voice is a low purr, dangerously calm despite the fire burning in his eyes. His free hand traces the curve of his territory mark on his chest - the same mark that adorns the one this mer was foolish enough to touch.

The intruder whimpers, blood mixing with seawater as it drips from his broken lip. "I-I didn't know..." he gasps.

Yisike laughs, cold and sharp. "Now you know." His grip tightens, thumb pressing into the soft flesh of the mer's throat. "And you'll learn what happens to those who touch what belongs to me." He leans in, lips brushing the trembling mer's ear. "I don't share. Not my territory. Not my... possessions."