The Rosmer is a peculiar creature, often described as having the head of either a horse, a whale, or a dog with its tongue hanging out. Sailors have also reported seeing a mane of coarse hair on its pate and lots of whiskers on its face. Supposedly, it has a human’s arms and torso, though those “hands” are heavily clawed, and its body ends with the tail of a fish.
Sometimes called a Ruszor by the Vikings, or a Rosmarine by the British, it normally prefers the icy waters of the north, and is far better known from the shores of Norway, or the Orkneys and the Shetlands, than it is from the rest of Great Britain.
The Rosmer, however, is not a Hippocampus or true sea-horse, like the one shown below.
Nor is it half as friendly as the Hippocampus tends to be. The Rosmer will certainly not offer a ride and rescue to sailors who have been washed overboard. Alas, the Rosmers are lascivious creatures and highly inclined to disport themselves with any hapless humans they run across in their domain.
Rampant by nature, they are apt to assault passersby with the relevant body parts and such encounters are commonly lethal. That is because the typical Rosmer has an organ that is stiffened and reinforced with a sturdy os penis, or baculum, such that it resembles a battering ram and lacks only a forged iron ram’s head.
In times of old, the Rosmer was inclined to ignore humans, whether it encountered them in the water, aboard a boat, or ashore on either land or ice. They could come ashore themselves and take off their “skins” in the same way as selkies, but seldom did so. In any case, humans were fewer in number and boats were far smaller back then. Humans who were inclined to slaughter living creatures purely for the sake of those ivory tusks were not armed with rifles, like those who kill elephants now, and so were more evenly matched with their prey.
Try to take a Rosmer’s tusks, however, and the outcome will be anything but artistic. Instead of a walrus, which they greatly resemble, the ivory hunter may find himself confronting an irate fae creature massing as much as 22 times the weight of the man. The Rosmer will not hesitate to express his opinion on the matter, using either his bulk, his tusks, or his penis which, as noted above, is even more impressive than that of the average walrus.
And the walrus is rather amazing. Here, for example, is a link to video showing a walrus engaging in autoerotica. Warning: you may wish to view it in privacy.
The walrus’ baculum often reaches two feet in length, and is hefty enough that the Inuit, who call them oosiks, once used them as war clubs.
Worse yet, the Rosmer feeds in much the same way as a walrus. It uses vibrissae (whiskers) on its face to search the sediments on the sea bottom for shellfish.
On sensing clams and the like, it will either root for its supper or use its tongue to shoot hydraulic jets at the muck. Upon catching the clam, it will then use that tongue in reverse to suck its prey right out of its shell, a process which requires no more than six seconds regardless of the clam’s size (which may rival that baculum).
Since the Fall, Rosmers are finding life difficult in this world. Like the walrus, they depend on pack ice overlaying the continental shelf where the seas are shallow. There, they can most easily reach their own happy hunting grounds 150 feet below and then rest or reproduce in relative safety on the ice floes.
The north polar ice cap, however, is shrinking, and retreating from the continental shelves with astonishing speed as a result of global warming. Here’s a look at what is happening in the Chukchi Sea:
This leaves the walrus and the Rosmer with fewer places to even exist, let alone prosper. Should the Rosmer realize what is happening, I would expect them to act in self-defense, or perhaps to seek vengeance. What form that might take, I cannot say, but must assume it will be proportionate to the crime, which is a form of genocide.