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Dolomedes was born on a lovely spring day near a town by the sea that was always teeming with life. The buildings were tall but not so similar to city buildings; some of them were rather old, but still held up well. There were docks and small cliffs with ladders that'd lead to boardwalks that lead to docks where boats would line up and fishermen would take to the sea in their vessels. There were many things to do and see in the town; plenty of markets and establishments selling all sorts of things. Merchants would hawk their wares in hopes of making some quick cash. There were vendors who sold fruits and vegetables straight from their own little gardens, artists who displayed their paintings proudly along the gray streets, and wise men with a million stories to tell who sold priceless antiques in all sorts of nooks and crannies they could get into. Just about everyone was friendly there; everybody knew everybody, the entire town akin to a tightly knit neighborhood. The inhabitants would often sing and dance for fun and enjoyment, putting on plays for all to see. The fishermen would seek the lighthouse's guiding beam to bring them back from the sea, having reeled in their catches for the week, ready to prepare, sell and cook their freshly-caught meals.
The young chicoon frequently visited the fishermen, who would often offer him some of their catch. Of course, Dolomedes never accepted any — fish isn't apart of a chicoon's diet anyways — but nonetheless he enjoyed their companionship, and they enjoyed the chicoon's companionship just as much. When he wasn't hanging around with the local fishermen, he'd often explore the stalls and vendors the town had to offer, snacking on fresh fruits sold by the sellers, many of which who had grown the food all by themselves. It was blissful; never did Dolomedes run into a fruit that was rotten or squishy, as the sellers knew when their crops were at their peak. Leftovers were often blended into smoothies before they spoiled, and Dolomedes loved enjoying a smoothie or two every one and a while. It was paradise.
One day, a lonely fisherman asked the chicoon if he'd like to come with him on a fishing trip. Dolomedes honked in delight, his headwings flapping happily at the idea. He'd never been out on the open water before, but it sounded exciting. That's where all the fish came from, and while he hated the idea of eating them, he thought the creatures were very funny looking indeed and wanted to learn more about them. Soon, the two set off on their journey. The fisherman packed some sandwiches and vegetables for himself and plenty of fruit for Dolomedes. There, the chicoon had learned about all the different fish the man had caught, the species, how big they can grow, recipes (that Dolomedes didn't need, but he found it interesting that there were so many dishes people used fish in), scientific names... It was incredible, and even more incredible was the fact that so much more of the ocean had yet to been discovered. Dolomedes wondered if he'd ever find a fish one day that nobody had ever seen before.
When he had grown up, the chicoon decided to explore the wide open world around him, ready for anything that was thrown at him. He still visited his beloved town, of course, but he had so much more to discover, and discover he did.
One day, Dolomedes had been catching fish in a river to study them, their scales, the different shapes of their bodies — simply to learn about them, when he pulled up a creature like no other he had seen before. It looked like a regular fish — but this one was still different in the fact it had... Something on it. Something growing on it? He had heard of parasites before — but most of them were either fungus or little itchy biting bugs. This one stood out like a sore thumb against the fish's silver scales, the patch brightly colored and covered in... Eyes and teeth? It wasn't the most comfortable experience Dolomedes ever had. He accidentally dropped the fish on back hind hand after the fish wiggled a bit too much, and didn't think much of it. He just grabbed the fish and put it back in the water. He didn't realize the parasite had switched courses from fish to chicoon then.
Needless to say, when
Jumpy made itself known, Dolomedes was deservedly freaked out. He tried to shake it off to the best of his abilities, but it refused to budge; and then it
spoke to him. Evidently, it didn't mean him any harm; it just needed a new host. It was sick of being submerged underwater on a smelly fish 24/7. It was only the beginning of a whole new chapter of Dolomede's life.
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